Treachery
Daffodils hang their golden heads
Beneath the ice and snow.
The cruel hand of Winter
Has dealt a bitter blow.
Disguised in rays of springtime,
She roused them from their bed,
Then struck from secret ambush,
And left them limp and dead.
Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2005
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