Daffodils

Each tiny bloom is perfect

it shot up on its stem

it rose into the heavens

each petal formed the gem

a golden cherub in the raw

dances in the breeze

welcoming Ostara’s gaze

and all the sweet faeries

that come at eventide

to dance melodiously and spin

as pollen rains down on them all

dampening their skin

spreading joy and laughter

to everybody’s eye

drawn into their magic ring

from somewhere far on high

The Daffodils bring spring fast thrills

to the little folk in green

who live beside the cherry tree

where they have always been

resident in my garden

with their aura so sublime

who wear the scent of rosemary

and who all travel through time