Poetry Corner

Daffodils, by Jim Farfaglia

I like them best when they appear

in the ditches of rural roads,

hugging the trunks of apple trees

or lined up along neighborhood homes.

 

I like them best when they cluster,

as if someone from down below

broke through an endless winter

to hand us a bouquet all aglow.

 

I like them best when just opened,

their pale yellow abeckoning,

their delicate petals forming a cup,

where we drink in the birth of spring.

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