Early Spring

Overnight snowflakes
fell on early daffodils,
settled on branches.

Next morning the mad March wind
blew the snow away and left

soft yellow petals
scattered on the hostile ground,
no longer blooming.

Soon they will be forgotten,
trampled into the cold earth.

But like a flower,
pressed between a book’s pages,
memories linger.

Petals, crystalised with snow,
imprinted in my mind.