Yes, I know they have been done before,
by a well known Lakeland poet,
but I really think the daffodils
deserve another plaudit.
In the rain-soaked landscape,
grey with hanging cloud,
these little bearers of delight
stand up so bright and proud.
The weary, rutted, road-side verges
churned with passing traffic,
suddenly are a yellow blaze,
a show that’s quite ecstatic.
If all their trumpets could ring out
what music it would be.
Sing out! Sing out! The spring
has sprung. Greet it joyfully.
April 2021