Daffodil Day
Daffodils
For ten long days the daffodils
endured, bringing to vase and breakfast-
table stored up sunshine and the silky
softness of their golden gift.
Their scent grew stronger as they
gathered strength from the sugar
we placed in their water, but now
they have withered and their day’s done.
Dry and shriveled they stand paper-
thin and brown, crisp to the touch.
They hang their heads:
oncoming death weighs them down.
rogermoorepoet 
I have a vase full of sunny daffodils on my table right now, lovely poem, Roger, have a wonderful weekend! 💐🌞
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Lucky you. No daffodils here, not even in the flower shops. Tulips galore and I bought mini-carnations for Clare. All multi-colors!
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Beautiful description, I could almost see them in front of me. Stored up sunshine!
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Well, hello Ann. In Spain they call wine ‘sol embotellado’ – bottled sunshine. That’s how I think of the daffodils. So glad to see you here. Lots of love. Roger.
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