Daffodils
(for my mother)
Light in dark
bright yellow stridence
shrill golden dog’s bark
to warn off death’s wolves
that freeze her blood
she dreaded night’s unease
the devil’s wintry anti-spring
life’s darkest sparks
but loved the daffodils’
sunny March cadence
of brief piercing dance
rogermoorepoet 
All three posts are excellent but this one is my favorite
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Thank you Shane. It’s the oldest of the three going back a long way to 1987. 30 years ago this year … it’s been a long time … but the memories are still fresh.
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I don’t know many people who don’t love daffodils, Roger. They mean spring is finally here for me bringing on memories of seeing them peeping thur a snowbank.
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We have sunshine today and the snowbanks are slowly diminishing. My daffodils are dancing on the table! Whoo-Hoo! Thanks for the encouragement, Angie.
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