Daffodils in January
Little yellow smiles
pushing through the mildness,
eager and insistent.
Think, how they birthed themselves
blindly, how intuition drew them up.
Is this not what we all do?
One day they will grasp what’s wrong,
each smile crystallizing
with the frost,
and you will wake beside a lover
you could not change,
though you tried.
About M. J. Arlett
M. J. Arlett was born in the UK and now lives in Texas where she is pursuing her PhD. She is an editor at the Plath Poetry Project, and her work has appeared or is forthcoming in B O D Y, The Boiler, Lunch Ticket, Poet Lore, Mud Season Review, Rust + Moth, and elsewhere.
