Smiling Daffodils

“Do you see our smiles?”, the flowers asked me.
I reply back, “Yes, I see them all the time.”
“Come then…Smile with us.”

 

My Daffodils

 

Nodding to the song of humming birds
Daffodil speaks whispered words
To the sunshine as it spills
It’s golden hue on petals trims
Bending on a green stem
Honeybees dance around them
Ruffled collar, white and yellow bloom
Bursting buds chase winter’s gloom
Gone the rains and bitter chill
Banished by the daffodil

Desolate Flower

It was the only one All the other flowers had withered away Had died This one though was persistent and refused to die Refused to give up And for such …