Children at a Daffodil Planting

They dibble the turf

with fork and trowel

eagerly, eagerly

going to it,

each whiskery bulb

unclutched and buried

as we their assistants

kneel beside them.

Ours is the knowledge,

the choice of season,

the nurturing landfill,

the bedding down,

but theirs the trust

in a world new-minted,

like prospectors

for the future’s gold.