One year

There was a warm week in winter

So warm

That my mother's daffodils mistook it for spring 

And poked out of the melting snow

To grow

But winter wasn't over

And when the ice returned

The yellow hopeful daffodils

Entombed with February cold

Were ruined

So no yellow shined from our home that summer

But they came back

My yellow hope withered at first freeze

I haven't seen

It since