Daffodils

A sea of sunshine fallen from the sky,

Golden trumpets propped from the depths,

- Defying death’s grey eye.

Skeletal trees in season’s time,

The backdrop and horizon line.

Was it here or someplace else

Where warmth of heart

Shunned deathly stealth?

A child’s dream for Mother’s day,

A glow of love in full array.

Draw close to hear the pollen’s power,

This is the place; that was the hour.

Now shall I pick a token piece,

To hold to heart and then release,

Or grasp a memory ageing old,

The final scene of floral gold.

©Philip Holden

2003

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