Walking along the path,
I gaze upon the scene,
two lovely Daffodils,
swaying in the breeze.
~*~
"Two Daffodils" stand in a rutilant post,
no genial others are there to boast,
the blossoms in oppositional salute,
thankfully their flowerets didn't bolt!
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Pretty yellow, glowing beacon from a far,
like the sun, our distant warming star,
Ye pistol and petals is very chromatic,
an ephemeral flower that's never dramatic.
~*~
While your bloom is veritably short,
an late spring is your final tort,
with the generation of thy all covering lawn,
oh how I miss you when you've pawned!
Categories:
rutilant, nature, seasons, daffodils,
Form: Free verse