Six yellow-frilled portals
arching on green stems
arranged in a circle.
Early daffodils from your
tiny garden, tended by your hand,
drooping now in a glass vase
on our table, awaiting your return.
The slant sun touches each bloom,
an annunciation - pleated shadows,
gold glowing faces. The light effect
lasts a moment, less - and only
if your eyes are ready. As with any grace.
(c) Copyright 2001. The Christian Science Monitor