The humid shadow of nightfall blankets the grass
as the stem of the daffodil bows
to the weight of the dark:

yellow as butter, its perfumed head
bends to the ground as in prayer,
as if to baptize its petals
in the slow-coming dawn,
as if the promise to stand anew
were not as vaporous as the dew.

Ron Antonucci is a librarian and book critic whose reviews and articles have appeared in dozens of magazines and newspapers. He has had poems published in Whiskey Island Magazine, The Vincent Brothers Review, Pudding, Isaac Asimov’s Science Fiction Magazine and I Have My Own Song for It: Modern Poems of Ohio (University of Akron Press, 2002). He was fiction editor at Artful Dodge and currently serves as a contributing editor for The Journal.