Spring Daffodils by John Nolan

Spring Daffodils by John Nolan

Morning

Every day she would wake up
Reeeeally really wake up
Not just throw her legs over the bed
And head to the bathroom
With the weight of sleep
Still riding her shoulders
Like some old engine
Trying to turn over
On a bitterly cold January morning
No .. not that
She had pluck in her bones still
The spryness of a six year old
The momentum of a daffodil
A yellow consciousness
Swaying in a joyous sea of green
Amazed that life had granted her
Another blessèd morning

© Rachelle Lamb

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