Today as I was driving home from visiting a beloved family menter, I noticed that the daffodils are blooming.
Ah, the daffodils! One of the first flowers of spring!
In their honor, here is a poem about daffodils by William Wordsworth:
I Wandered as a Lonely Cloud
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
What’s your favorite poem about flowers or springtime? Please share it in the comments below. Thanks!
Your Friend and Pep Pal,