by Ted Onulak

Created on: April 04, 2010

A daffodil went walking

In modest pea-green traveling suit; a hat of buttery frill

Thriving under April’s sky, of transparent blue and cotton

Off to see her sister on concurrent gentle hill

Pretending poorly not to wait

Affixing my thoughts to closer things; plying needle and thread

How lovely to go walking, not counting minute nor mile

Gaily to explore beyond the tended bed

Returning now by vesper bell

Glowing in the fading sun; in gold dust well-attired

Finding flattering company

She is by an elegant shadow squired

A daffodil went Walking

Head bent down in passing; she dared not come inside

To share my lonely flower bed

Where many have withered and died

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