Written by: Albert Ahearn

Narcissi bowing in the breeze; their adorable awkwardness surfaces to mind small children dressed in flowered habiliments in their very first recital. Each flowery face reflecting their image at waters edge like looking into a mirror pining away in love with each bow, their own beauty: yellow and white petals with cup-shaped central crowns. I gaze at these comely flowers and seemingly they are aware of my presence and smile at me.