Spring fed Daffodils
Pleasurable cup of nectar delight
I see swaths of them ripening in throngs
Wordsworth eternal blooms that danced brightly
They’re here, swaying in unison in March
Shunning the eloquent winter’s bluster
opening its trumpet head to absorb
Straightening their tendrils, the cusp of bloom
Yellow fluorescence echoing summers.
The golden crowns, winking frivolously
Yellow creamy blotches in the spring fed air
They’re Perfumed, elegantly poised to pose;
exorbitantly, sharing its splendor,
Entrancing! Any elucidation
Or narrative is gilding the lily!
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