Two Daffodils Poem by Richard McClellan

Walking along the path,

I look upon the scene,

two lovely Daffodils,

swaying in the breeze.


How lonely is two?

Just 'Two Daffodils' standing at post,

no genial others are here to boast,

thankfully their appearance didn't bolt!


Pretty yellow, glowing beacon from a far,

like the sun, our distant warming star,

Ye pistol and petals is very chromatic,

an ephemeral flower that's never dramatic.


While your bloom is veritably short,

an late spring is your final tort,

with the generation of thy all covering lawn,

oh how I miss you when your gone!