A Lovely Light Kept Glowing

'Daffodil' is derived from an earlier 'affodell'

a variant of Asphodel.

. . . . .

Time drifts. You think about that. 

You think about loved ones and others you once knew. Gathering each of them pressed snug in between deep layers of memory illuminates a different focus. 

Daffodils. 

You hold them in your hand briefly – and then they're gone. But they don't go away. They only fall asleep until the resurgence of another Spring. And then again they shine where the garden is lit. 

What was lost – returns.

In this moment of speech something not seen holds you. A longing effectively grips you in this quiet hour of night. Where you are a posy of light graces the window pitched in black

A long pause…

Night passes into dream. By morning the arrival of Spring. Awakening – you think about that.

. . . . .

A daffodil is a beautiful symbol

of hope and renewal.