Overwhelmed by Daffodils

I walked outside today and was
surrounded by dozens of daffodils.
Yellow, white, yellow and white,
tall, short, some bent over  
under the weight of
rain drops.

My labor over several years: blooming forth.
Daffodils last.
They return, year after year.
Not like tulips
which are unreliable
and no match for deer.  

These stalwart,
sunny blooms
are faithful,
resilient.  

I was overwhelmed
by the urge
to pick as many stems
as my arms could hold

and pile them into my car
and bring them to your office
and see you smile.

(Published by NEBO Literary Journal, Spring 2017, Vol. 35, No. 2)