Poem: Early daffodils

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

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