Behold the golden Daffodils

SPring’s clarion call of goldenness
The daffodil who has been
Underneath the winter snow and frost
Where in that lean
icy under foot place
It has swollen and has shown
Its green tips to the waiting skies
Yes Mother Nature has grown

Dormant through the Autumn
Through Winter too it slept
And as the sun broke through the clouds
It showed us how adept
It is to springing into life
And upwards forced its green into
The open air
Clearly aware
At knocking back the dew

Peering over bare ground
At the Cherry and the Beech
At the Rosemary still clad in evergreen
And it did reach
Upwards and its golden trumpets
Music to our ears
The miniature ones
Daughters and sons
Emerged again to tears

Spring has sprung the rows of random blooms
Are everywhere
A golden blush of colour
It makes one so aware
That Ostera soon will beckon
And Beltaine then with May
The Summer and then Autumn
As the new year storms away

The seasons come the season go
Life moves at such a pace
The daffodil it always will
Put a big smile on my face
The crocus and the snowdrops
And the Hyacinth’s sweet nosegay
And of course another reminder
That in April’s its my birthday.