Daffodil Brain
So peculiar
It springs up its head
On late Winter’s bed. This morning it was
That I fenced in my hand from pulling
The bloom — where put upon, few see.
Smart on its petals, color vies,
Look on my form.
I’m run
Into deep yellow madness.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2023
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