Golden heads speckle and dot
Anachronistically green surround
Huddled ground-close, befuddled
Too short to bob in breeze play
Coaxed precipitously from hibernation
By sun and rain’s spring fling
They sprung joyously from earth’s confines
Muddying December landscape.
Bright and boldly yellow
They echo mid-afternoon sun
Hanging lazy at low-flying angle
On retreat to early night’s rest
Hardy and determined they grasp
Every moment to shine and bloom
Spread golden-tufted missive
Of survival and perseverance.