Daffodils

I wanted to write about daffodils in the middle of cold
winter nights. My thoughts move to the flower’s symbol
of rebirth and new beginnings. It is also one of the first
perennials to bloom after winter, sometimes through a layer
of snow. It’s Latin name is Narcissus.
I wanted to write about the yellow color it is,
bright as the sun on a clear summer day.
It’s middle trumpet appendage calls to the other flowers,
rise as Spring is almost here.
I still smell my bouquet ignoring the pungent odor as there
is type of clean in there which I can’t ignore. I wanted to write about daffodils.

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