Spring pantoum

This daffodil in our front yard inspired me to write today's pantoum from scratch. That is, I wrote a little poem and *then* plugged it into the formula so my brain wouldn't explode.

I’m glad we’re having an early spring, my little daughter says
as we drive to school, down the hills, white petals flying
from the windshield where they fell during the night.
We count cherry trees in bloom, pink clouds puffing

as we drive to school, down the hills, white petals flying
under the blue sky, weeping willows drooping over the road.
We count cherry trees in bloom, pink clouds puffing.
The daffodils back home, bowed down with rain

under the blue sky, weeping willows drooping over the road,
lift their necks once we’re gone, and stretch their faces
to other flowers back home, bowed down with rain
surveying spring head on, the quickening.

They lift their necks once we’re gone, stretching their faces
from the windstorm when they fell during the night.
They witness spring head on, the quickening.
I’m glad we’re having an early spring, my little daughter says.