2nd April

Oh the daffodils
Blowing gold
and dancing
In a soft spring breeze
They shine at the sun
Like the sheen
On the lapwings wing
A smile in the brightness
They dimple the air
And dance in delight
In this crystal light
And borrow the space
That the swallows will fill
In my part-broken heart
It’s the shape of the song
Of a lark in clear air
#poetry