Rose Flint
First Sun and Daffodils
Always such a promise, a yes to life:
Sun’s clear face open with warmth,
her hands bringing gold out
of black ground to kindle the shadows
left lying around under thin hedges
when Old Night stalked away.
A guinea morning.
Warm coin in cold pockets
and daffodils worth their weight
for all the singing gold they do,
taking up their places in hearts and borders
like blackbirds perched on twigs,
yellow mouths trumpeting the sun;
a sudden lightening of the spirit,
an old coat slipping to the floor.
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