Pick Me

a poem to celebrate springtime daffodils

They wave and they dance
on a gentle breeze.
Delightful and bright
so eager to please.
The sight, the scent,
my eyes, my nose,
the touch of soft yellow
against my clothes.
I waltz very slowly
absorbing the sun,
my barefoot and coolness
of meadow grass are one.
I bend with the wind
slide down the green stem
plucking the prized flower
and smiling within.
A handful of sunshine
buds blossoming still
Opening my heart
with your sweet spirit fill.