“Daffodils, that come before the swallow dares, and take the winds of March with beauty.” – William Shakespeare
Why do daffodils hang their heads?
Are the sun-drenched bells too heavy?
Is the chill of February too dreary?
Perhaps it is just that they, too, long
to gaze at another lovey face
or remind us true beauty knows humility.
—C.L. Fisher, February 2022
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Poetic Meanderings 