A Poem: Undaunted Daffodils

Triumphant! Hold high your golden crown
Oh my wondrous harbinger of spring.
Don’t bow your head to snow covered ground.

Though buried in earth far deep and down,
Still, you promised me a springtime fling.
Triumphant! Hold high your golden crown.

Gilded trumpets wave and blast no sound,
Your seductive scents keep bees buzzing.
Don’t bow you head to snow covered ground.

What a welcome feast my eyes have found;
Unwelcomed deer find you foul tasting.
Triumphant! Hold high your golden crown.

Late winter snow vexes. You wear a frown,
Your gold resists, you’re everlasting.
Don’t bow your head to snow covered ground.

My hillside’s a waving lemony mound.
You kept your vow of spring rebirthing.
Triumphant! Hold high your golden crown
Don’t bow your head to snow covered ground.