Saiom Shriver - March Daffodils

Sunlight spills
on the hills.
Light distils as
gold daffodils.
Despite March chill
in dawn still
burst silent trills:
trumpet daffodils.
The cheery glow
and lacy frills
of daffodils
do all thrill.
Falling dew
for bees fills
the gold cups
of daffodils.
The sun wills
that Jack Frost bow
to the angels of
sweet daffodils.

Saiom Shriver

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