Poetry: Daffodil

sleepy round bulbs wakeas straight green arrowstipped in bright yellowaimed at the sky you ask me questionsteary-eyed, red-cheekedas sunlight paints stripesacross our bare feet without answers, I deflectmaking tiny clover bouquets—thankful treasures fit forall the garden fairies we hold hands asspring’s regal heralds riseunfurling their tucked beauty—sun within a sun we dilly-dally dancedreaming of hammock […]