Daffodils and my Grandmother

My Grandmother was a poet, and I love to match some of her poems to photos I’ve taken of our garden and the gardens around our town. This photo of daffodils was taken on one of our daily walks around the neighborhood. The poem was one of Grandmother’s.

Feb28.15

Daffodils
~by Maude Osmond Cook

Daffodils are fairies
Dressed in yellow gowns,
Sparkling like the sunbeams,
Capering like clowns.

Dancing, bowing, swaying
As the morning breeze
Plays a tune of springtime
On new-leafing trees.

Pausing for a moment
To recover poise,
They smile a merry greeting
To all the girls and boys.

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