A new daffodil

I've been buried for so long.

By dead leaves, snow, and the weight of winter's thick, cold air.

All of it holding me down.

For months I stayed stagnant.

Unable to move.

Unable to grow.

Stuck in the cold confines of this cursed season.

Until the heavy air slowly starts to 

lift away.

Something is beginning to change.

The cold icy crust that encased me all winter, 

that cut me like glass,

is now simply wet.

Melting away, the drops landing on me.

The thick layer of snow,

turning slushy.

At night, the sharp, cold crust returns.

But now, I sleep knowing that it will be gone by morning.

Through the many inches of fluffy white, 

I begin to see a light.

As the layer of snow grows thinner,

I am warmer.

The ground around me becomes wetter and wetter.

The water tells me what I've been waiting to hear.

It's time to grow.

I soak in the water and it activates me. 

I push my roots down, and wait.

Days pass, weeks, until finally, finally,

the snow above me is gone,

and I can see the sky.

In unfurl myself, 

the whole long green blade that I've been building since the first sign of thaw, 

reaching towards the warm sun.

I want to get closer.

I push myself higher,

opening myself up. 

A yellow flower.

Turning my face towards the warm glow.

And as soon as I feel it on my face,

I know.

It's spring.