Ode to the Daffodil

On Saturday, when we dropped something off at the house my son is living at temporarilya golden profusion of frills stole my flower-hungry gaze!I couldn't resist gathering a few beauties to bring hometo 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'teven noticed they were blooming!!" 😂😅😇 Dear daffodil, each spring you thrill us with your sanguine poseLovely trailblazer to a pageantry of blooms unfurledYou cheer earth’s stiff, bare bones stripped of last shreds of winter clothesSpilling splashes of sunshine to a battered, threadbare world Dear daffodil, who can resist your olden, golden charmsAs you return to tended plots or yards from 'gards' of yoreTrustworthy, friendly forerunners welcomed with open armsBy petal-hungry passengers on winter run ashore Dear daffodil, robust yet fine, apple of April’s eyeYour ruffled elegance graces hall tables and fence rowsYour frills fill flower-happy hearts with worship’s sweetest sighAnd hymns roused from a well-spring only Heaven fully knows Dear daffodil, so worth the wait/wade through winter’s wild rampageSo worth the while it takes until its chilling tides subsideTo unveil what we always knew would soon take center stageGaggles of giggling daffodils strolling the countryside © Janet Martin