Daffodils that bloom in March

Fortuitousness
A wheel of fortune
One moment snow and then
Prevailing winds
And sweeping branches
The almighty gritting men

The potency of grit and salt
And the intensity
Of Spring flowers
Breaking through the earth
With a fervour all can see

Trumpets of pure yellow
A beautiful array
An encirclement of saffron
In the forefront of the day
Art forms so spectacular
A regularity
Curved and cambered
Quietude
Visitants we see

Old gold topaz brimstone
Sulphur Ivory
Conspicuousness apparent
The naked eye it be
Seeing so excitedly
The daffodils of Spring
Bodying forth each miracle
Like angels on the wing.