I saw today a few brave daffodils,
each face slewed upward from woodland\'s
bare floor and bending I fingered
shy blooms unfurling, gazed at first brassy
trumpets\' slow stretch to full being
for Flora\'s up-rising warms winter chilling
as awesome Spring chorus begins.
Conjured from deadness bold yellowing bid
me sing when petaline citric shed
light into gloom and shiny nods spread glow
among shadows as beauty readies
to burst cold\'s last hold by bounteous growth.
I shall take later strolls to secret
gold seas of yellow I know will be waiting
to wave their greeting at me.