Daffodils

Daffodils 

I didn't need vales and hills

A glance at my neighbor's garden

And I was green with envy

Year in, year out

Hers was a field of yellows daffodils

I'd bought two hundred bulbs

When we moved in

Twenty at best bloomed

The first year

They must have found refuge

At my neighbor's place

The fence was no obstacle

They spread gloriously 

Their open corollas under the sky

Seemed to multiply easily

I was happy with three

When the wind blew in

Their scent was divine

Mine didn't carry that far

So it is no wonder

 I abhor daffodils 

For they taught me 

I had a mean nature.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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