Ode to the Daffodil

 

On Saturday, when we dropped something off at the house my son is living at temporarily

a golden profusion of frills stole my flower-hungry gaze!

I couldn't resist gathering a few beauties to bring home

to bury my face into again and again...

Another one of the guys also living in the same house with our son

 is currently renovating our main-floor washroom!

I confessed to him that the flowers on my kitchen table were 'borrowed'

from his property and he said, 'yeah, Matt told me, and I honestly hadn't

even noticed they were blooming!!" 😂😅😇

Dear daffodil, each spring you thrill us with your sanguine pose

Lovely trailblazer to a pageantry of blooms unfurled

You cheer earth’s stiff, bare bones stripped of last shreds of winter clothes

Spilling splashes of sunshine to a battered, threadbare world

Dear daffodil, who can resist your olden, golden charms

As you return to tended plots or yards from 'gards' of yore

Trustworthy, friendly forerunners welcomed with open arms

By petal-hungry passengers on winter run ashore

Dear daffodil, robust yet fine, apple of April’s eye

Your ruffled elegance graces hall tables and fence rows

Your frills fill flower-happy hearts with worship’s sweetest sigh

And hymns roused from a well-spring only Heaven fully knows

Dear daffodil, so worth the wait/wade through winter’s wild rampage

So worth the while it takes until its chilling tides subside

To unveil what we always knew would soon take center stage

Gaggles of giggling daffodils strolling the countryside

© Janet Martin