Twenty nine
An ode to daffodils
in brightly drifting drills
cascading over hills
where beauty overspills
imagined trumpet trills
to counter April chills
advent of Spring which kills
low mood Winter instills
each centre framed with frills
our gaze and focus stills
a golden hope fulfils
awakens heartfelt thrills
delights in daffodils
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