Benison
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The first of our own daffodils spread out
Today and maybe that bright yellow will
Reach wider since the sun is now about
And shining on the brilliance. Blooms will fill
The air around them with their trumpet hope,
Perhaps, that is if only sunlight shines
On long enough, requesting to elope
At once to happiness. The flower aligns
Itself with springtime passions, cooler though
They are than most. They rise up saffron strong
In color and in promise. Petals glow
In optimism. They know how to long.
..A winter, like disease, is passing now.
….The suede bell and the petals rise—and bow.