Daffodils of Scott County

Daffodils of Scott County

One April morning,
just after sunrise
but while dew
still cleaves
to a fencerow web,
I sip my coffee
on the front porch
and watch the wind
tease a small, square
patch of Daffodils
by the property gate.
The swirling green
and yellow pattern
reminds me
of the wedding band
quilt I draped
over your empty chair.
Their heads twist
around gangling
stems, laughing
at a foolish breeze,
bright yellow mouths
shouting, “No!”
Mama once said,
“them daffodils kill
anything you stick
in a vase with’em.”
I suppose some flowers
are better left to bloom
alone.

Reviews

[Levi Levin]

Great poem from a fellow countryman! Great work!

[Rick Puetter]

Hi Todd,

Very nice. I especially like

"but while dew
still cleaves
to a fencerow web, …"

Yes, I suppose there are those flowers that bloom best alone. Individuals that stand out in your mind.

A nice one, Todd. Greatly enjoyed.

Best regards,

Rick

[Valentine]

Very nice write. It left me wondering why the chair was empty. Valentine