A glaze of golden daffodils
Row upon row, field upon field
Scattered randomly
By some mad scatterer of bulbs
Daffodil pickers beware
The sunlight hides their glare
Pick them at your peril
And live the nightmare
A carpet of white mist
Wraps itself around the landscape
What lies beneath the mist?
Some mystery? some evil fiend?
Or just fields of golden daffodils unseen!
© 2011 Aliyeopoems
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