I am not ready for daffodils yet.
I see the shoots and a bud or two breaking through
but it is only the first month of the year.

When the daffodils break through our
expectations change. 
It should be warmer now, we say. 
Spring is here early, we whisper
to one another.

But my hands are blue with cold and I 
need to hibernate still. I want blankets
and slippers and warm cups of tea.
Forecasts say it will freeze again and I 
want permission
to hide inside a while longer.

So daffodils, do not come yet.
Although in the thick of snow your shoots
give hope and very soon we will be glad of you,
today I am not ready -

hold on and sleep a while longer.