Daffodils (cavatina)

Somewhat solitary some flowers grew in
a little knot,
looking gay and they were ever changing,
I found a lot,
they did toss, did in the stormy wind reel
where other sorts rot,
they grew to a kind of sheer perfection,
glorious waving in each direction.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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