Foolish Flower

I don't know about where you live, but where we live, the flora seem to have believed the groundhog. Our daffodils are coming up. I have lilies peeking through the ground. My neighbor's crocus and tulips are starting to bloom. I always shake my head at these early flowers, wondering what they're thinking. Don't they realize there's still a risk of snow. In Tennessee, it's not terribly high, but it's still there. Anyway, in honor of all these heralds of early spring, I looked back and found a poem I had written in college. I hope you enjoy it.

My beautiful babies admiring the daffodils in 2018

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Foolish Flowers

Here's a poem for the daffa-down-dilly
Although I think he's rather silly.
He sticks his head up from the ground,
Standing there so tall and proud,
Yellow and sunshiny, smiling at the world,
Pretending that there is not still a month of cold.
There are yet no tulips or even a rose,
Flowers afraid of a frostbitten nose.
But no matter what, up you come,
Not thinking it the least bit dumb.
Foolish flower, go back to sleep
​And let Old Man Winter have his remaining weeks.

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So, do you love this time of year, when the weather can't make up its mind? Do you look forward to these foolish flowers or do you also think they need to rethink their timing? Do flowers like this help you get through the last few weeks of yucky cold weather? What other signs of spring do you look for?