by Julia Pare
Beauty has a way
of popping up in odd corners
Like the time I looked out
my basement window
and saw one yellow daffodil
sprouting in the back of our front garden.
The sky was grey
The sidewalk was grey
And the window panes were grey
with the dusting of winter’s grime.
But the lonely flower shone
Brightly sunshine against it all –
As if to say:
“I’m standing in for the sun today.”
