Daffodils - Dyana Foldvary

[Larry Robinson]

Daffodils 

There is a mood, perhaps it is a dark mood
and happiness feels out of reach
as does love

You see the other through this darkness
discouragement settling in
finding fault with everything

Hopelessness brings a rotting sour
to everything tasted
Meaning, elusive, seems to live
only in the lives of others.

If only the daffodils randomly blooming
could capture the imagination 
long enough to suspend the muddy mood
with their beckoning faces

They would call out
See me, Choose me, Hold me
and bring a glimmer of happiness
that widens the world 

	- Dyana Foldvary