The Sound of a Daffodil Opening
It’s late in the evening.
I’m alone at my table.
The house lies in darkness
save for a single lamp.
I sit wrapped in the silence,
just how I like it.
Only the distant clock —
tic… toc… tic… toc…
My hand guides the pen
back and forth across the page,
turning thoughts into words
and words into stories.
The silence breaks —
not by a neighbour’s dog
nor a passing car.
There it is again.
I stop and listen.
A tiny, fragile crack.
On the table beside me
the daffodils begin to open.
Petals stretching slowly
from their winter sleep.
I sit very still
in the circle of lamplight,
listening carefully
as one flower opens…
and then another.
There are many still to come.
Alone in the quiet
I feel quietly privileged
to hear something so small.
More Garden Magic: The quiet magic of a cottage garden.
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