Sunday, 7 April 2013


Flaunting, haunting daffodils.
Dancing for joy,
Full of frills.
Gasping, wide open mouths,
Pronounce the glory
of these wondrous hours.
Sacred light through golden curls,
Joyous, ephemeral, petal swirls.
Stars in the daylight
and ghosts in the twilight.
Released, twirling, spring dervishes.
Risen from wet soil,
Uncoiling into the blue,
Talking gaily of clouds
Sunshine and spring rain,
Remembering the blackbird's song,
Above a blossom counterpane.

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