Daffodils Blooming Too Early in March

In the garden, with pools of ice,

daffodils, fooled into 

blossoming before spring, 

sunlight reflected off the house

heating the mulched beds

of the earth, their trumpet heads

drooped on their green stalk,

like collapsed umbrellas, 

yellow petals unfurling around 

the white corona. 

What to do to coax them 

back into the underworld, 

to compost and shredded bark,

and wait there in darkness, 

for the leaf tips to send flower,

to telegraph the topsoil?

Oh, early risers, gold Narcissus,

you just have to do it,

the way we do, as if it were

nothing at all, only the wind

making that strident sound

that has yesterday in it.

JUDITH HARRIS is the author of three poetry books, Atonement and The Bad Secret (LSU) and Night Garden (Tiger Bark) and two critical books Signifying Pain: Constructing and Healing the Self through Language (SUNY Press) and The Poetry of Loss: Romantic and Contemporary Elegies (Routledge Press). Read more.

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