daffodils unfold
stretching pedals to endless
evening sky;
breathing deep, shoulders unwind,
arms reach wide across earth
Day 8
08 Wednesday Apr 2015
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I love how the breathing deep could be the daffodils as well as any humans on the scene. 🙂 You’ve captured so perfectly that feeling of uncurling in the sun and gentler air.
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Thank you! This poem was inspired by one of my yoga teachers. She would be so happy to hear you take away what you did! But I do feel I did not capture the full meaning of her point. So you might be seeing daffodils again soon. It’s so hard to get these things right. But it is also always wonderful to have an excuse to talk about daffodils! They are absolutely the most wondeful flower.
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Yes, I’ll read more daffodil poems!
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