A drive past the "Daffodil House" shows some bright yellow buds and blooms. In a week or two the yard will be a sea of gold.
The Daffodils' Debut
On the sloping lawn where winter lingered thin,
The daffodils arrived like whispered news -
Small trumpets lifted to the wind,
Bright as a promise the cold couldn’t refuse.
They gathered first along the hill’s soft spine,
Where thawing earth breathed out its sleepy steam,
Gold cups tipping sunlight into time,
As if the yard itself had learned to dream.
Each stem a quiet banner newly raised,
Each petal catching morning’s silver thread,
Till even the bare trees paused, amazed
At little suns where frost had lately spread.
And walking there, you’d swear the hillside knew
The art of celebration long before you -
For every step the spring breeze softly made
Was answered by the daffodils’ parade.
A couple of good sunny days, and the colors will burst forth.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poem ("gold cups tipping sunlight into time"). I wish the world could pause a little longer on this brief moment.
ReplyDeleteDaffodils make me smile every time I see them.
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