Daffodils

The long cold days and nights have taken leave;

See those sequin drips of spring on the ground;

The gentle rain upon those buds supply;

They open their eyes; see birds perched on boughs.

Narcissi at my feet blow their trumpets;

So dependable and easy to grow;

They rebuild themselves for the next year spring;

By asexual and sexual means;

Beneath those trees lies a carpet of green;

A cushion and a seat nature brings

For the graceful drift, of daffodils’ hues;

The scenery all around is complete.

These springtime guests do stand nobly in line;

With cheery nodding heads fully aglow;

Filling gardens, vases and those grassy banks

With yellow, orange and white point to sky.

They herald in the joys that springtime brings;

Their trumpets too signal summertime thrills;

Blooms of daffodils caught my attention;

They flaunt their beauty in blazing sunlight.

As we celebrate our place in nature;

Daffodils show God's love for all mankind;

And as a symbol of human condition,

Teaching how to be happy and share love.

© Paterika Hengreaves
April 2006/Ohio, USA