Daffodils
Like a thousand
sunbursts
flooding
the blades of evergreen
below.
Dance
among the fields
where
the daffodils grow.
A spontaneous
slow dance.
Breathing in
and
breathing out,
engulfed in
a golden meadow
of
a thousand tiny
bursts of beauty.
Listen to the stillness,
exhaling…
“Fret no more….
Spring is here.”
Dance
among the fields
where
the daffodils grow.
Piggyback rides,
like two kids playing
in a golden meadow
of joy.
Infectious laughter
fills
the surrounding air.
Uncover
the magic
where
the daffodils grow.
It is there,
in the stillness,
in the laughter,
in the dance.
– J. R. Bonfanti
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