On the hill, in the rain, wild daffodils bloomed,
sending their yellow light into the gray day.
I took it as a note of congratulations.
It was just two days past Christmas
when I began this challenge, to add a piece
each day for 100 days to these pages.
“It will carry me through the winter, ‘til spring,”
I hoped. And so it did. And more than that,
it gave purpose to my days and kept me
on the lookout for bits of beauty and delight
to share, and that kept me afloat, regardless
of the world’s cold and dark and sorrow.
Always, there is beauty. Always, compensation.
I will keep a ready heart and open mind,
and write on.