Here's my take, written as a poem:
Fitfully Serene
Yellow darling daffodils
Mark the path to my stream
Bulging with newly melted ice
Pulsing
Fitfully serene
White bright blossoms
Dot the branches of my tree
Budding with annual glory
Captivating
Fitfully serene
Green show-stopping shrubs
Line up in my garden
Growing from the ashes of my late beloved
Mourning
Yet fitfully serene
That's beautiful! I love how you worked in Jess's book title. Thanks for joining in.
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