I know they’re there the golden hillside the mountain vista the endless blue sky the sun my memory serves me well.. they’re there but for today heaven enfolds me in her cool, damp cocoon to savor the moment to breathe, to sigh to notice the trees for the forest
it’s too soon much too soon my darling daffodils to breach the loam to dare to bloom much, much too soon
i’m sorry dear, sweet daffodils the mercury ascended disguised itself as spring to lure us from our winter wombs to prey upon our longing hearts tomorrow you will feel the sting as winter rides the ides, lurks, waiting in the wings his frosty breath descending to nip your golden face at dawn
but oh the hope you give my soul weary from these long, long nights spring tidings to you for today may she not tarry long
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