the yellow petal
where the
morning dewdrops settle
where the
sunlight deems to lay
for this
is where the insects play.
Golden is
it's fragile trumpet
as it plays
melodic scores
magnified by
sunlit petals
flowing to
far distant shores.
The insects
dance upon the bloom
enticed by hue
and sweet perfume
and as they dodge
from head to head
they pollinate
them as they tread.
As I watch
all thru' the spring
I see the
bees and insects sing
and as they dance
the trumpet frill
I stand in awe
of the daffodil.