Deborah Leipziger

Daffodil Waves

I.
“The colline were covered in daffodils,”
my Nonna tells me.

II.
Green grows yellow
with swollen seeds.
How suddenly they open
releasing their egg yolk trumpets.

III.
How quickly change arrives unbidden.

IV.
I am this school girl immersing in jonquils.
No, those are my daughters amidst the blooms.

 

 

 

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