A Single Daffodil
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There among the petals of my past as miniature wings buzz,
bouncing here and there, my mind follows their wayward path,
becoming lost within the patterns meandering, recalling those
moments when we imagined this oasis, out beyond the arbor
where our love bloomed as daffodils on a warm spring day,
when beauty was destined to the eye of the beholder as
it was to our little friend upon finding a perfect rose
Now as I peer past the fractured lattice, where weeds of all
shapes and sizes have gathered, my eyes become moist when
a pest bumbles towards my face and I swat it down.
As I watch it wriggle in the overgrown grass, yellow
and black bands desperately trying to reclaim its journey,
I see that day when winter set about your frail frame
and you wilted before my eyes
Picking up a stick I gently lift the insect from the grass
and watch it happily fly away, tiny wings on a chilly spring day,
glistening through the clouds that wrap this place in your absence
and I wonder if your wings are fluttering as I think about
you. When I notice a single daffodil blooming among the
bramble and thicket, a soft yellow reply fluttering in the breeze
and I gaze up to the heavens and smile
9/4/19
Written for: Where Bumbles Bounce Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2019
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