This used to be a sea of only white and green
Daffodils were rarely ever seen
Now here they are with their yellow heads
Muscling in on our flower beds
Bobbing in our own sea breeze
Luring in and tricking our bees
As a crocus I’m incensed
That they’re soaking up our nutrients
Where are they from, and why are they here
It’s a blooming existential fear
I s'pose there’s room for them too; flowering in between
They add a welcome variety to the local scene
It’s no great disaster - as others have foretold
Just a lovely harmony of green, white and gold
Stephen A. Roberts
Image : Pixabay - MabelAmber/TanteTati
