Daffodil

Three lane traffic speeds along the M4.

From the car radio,

the melody of Clare de Lune

creates a daffodil in my auto-pilot mind.

Emerging from winter sleep,

in graceful growth with the classical notes,

it stretches and sways,

in awe of the world first seen,

until a trumpet of sunburst yellow,

short and complete.


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