Do not worry about
how to write a poem
about daffodils.

Yellow in shades,
yellow transparent around the edges,
yellow sturdy and opaque
and meeting the papery
cell wall skin of the
blossom casing from which it sprung forth;

Yellow, rich and honeyed,
yellow crimps and ruffles,
yellow waxy and mirroring sunlight,
yellow of strength and courage
and not cowardice.

Yellow fed and nourished by tap water
and glass;
yellow unashamed and naked
and proclaiming spring to the slow cold sky,
yellow impossible to ignore,
smelling of pollen and soil and perfume.

Yellow-eyed ingenue heralding
the perfection of new life
on the day of new life
as the seasons switch
and something else begins.

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