This is no “I wandered lonely as a cloud.”
That’s written by William Wordsworth, so I’m not allowed.
Our subject matter is just the same,
Yes, it’s another take on daffodils again.
They congregate in groups or stand alone,
Through the city and countryside they roam.
Popping their sunny heads up, each and every year,
Marking the landscape with a yellow blur.
Heralding in all their glory that Spring has begun,
Framing a field or lining a road, a sign of new birth.
Their proud bright heads glowing the colour of the sun,
Surely there is no happier flower on all the earth.
©Tracey Louise Marinelli