Morning Bow

Waking early

On edge of spring

Daffodil blooms, first act—

Thanking ground

As if they remember

Time spent in humus

Witnessing their birth

From soil with ultrasound

Bowing heads,

A Namaste to the Earth

From which all flora—

Life is sprung

Balances reach

With humility, reminding

Us of our sacred underneath

While rising up to Sun

Blessed be edge of spring