I SIT AN HOUR AND PONDER


daffodils

 

I SIT AN HOUR AND PONDER

I sit an hour and ponder

On the making of a daffodil

Here, life and death warm up together

And takes its toll with each turning hour

Here tunes of thrush and blackbird

Imbue the memory with sublime ecstasy

A dream encounter when first notes fall

Leaves cover bareness in one swipe of time