Fay Slimm.

Greeting.

 

 

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.