. . . The daffodils
Were incidental gilding of the deeds,
Treasure trove. They simply came,
And they kept on coming.
As if not from the sod but falling from heaven.
Our lives were still a raid on our own good luck.
We knew we'd live forever. We had not learned
What a fleeting glance of the everlasting
Daffodils are. Never identified
The nuptial flight of the rarest epherma-
Our own days!
We thought they were a windfall.
Never guessed they were a last blessing. . . .
from the poem Daffodils
by Ted Hughes (1930 - 1998)
in his book Birthday Letters: Poems
Photographed by my friend Victoria Amador
~ Early Spring 2020 ~
I SPY SOMETHING YELLOW (& TEAL)!