It's March, month of daffodils, yellow and bright and happy. The most immortalised flower in poetry after the rose. May Swenson here compares them to telephones. Personally, I see them more as trumpets, heralding spring. How about you?
Daffodils - May Swenson
Yellow telephones
in a row in the garden
are ringing,
shrill with light.
Old-fashioned spring
brings earliest models out
each April the same,
naïve and classical.
Look into the yolk-
colored mouthpieces
alert with echoes.
Say hello to time.
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