And yellow fans with fine veins.
These are the shapes that create
The playful form of the Daffodil.
A brown encasement
Once served to protect
The fragile blossom
Now rings it like a collar.
The stem and grass
Are a glossy green-white,
Contrasting with the dry, brown
Slivers of wood in the mulch bed,
Forming criss-cross patterns
Like some complicated needlework.
And behind the delicate flower
A pathway of cement, shadowy,
Unfocused in the distance,
Where feet trod unknowingly
Pass the yellow daffodil.
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