The firemen struggled to contain the BLAZE, the detectives were getting clear who was to BLAME for starting this wildfire.

Georg’ann

This morning early daffodils struggle to maintain their cheerful demeanor,
bracing against cold,
they bend their faces toward the earth.
Likely wishing they’d not been quite so eager to emerge.
They’ve gone beyond the POINT of return, not even given opportunity to come inside.
To stand in a vase cut, displaced yet still able to absorb water,
Spring scent wafting out of the SHADOW.

We both CRAVE a bit of sunlight,
that beckons us to reach up, to dance
in a warm breeze, fresh and dew kissed.
Who can BLAME us for folding in on ourselves,
we grew too soon,
into conditions too harsh.

Heather