Tiny Yellow Daffodils Are Shining Brightly

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Each hour and something else comes rising up. Comes lifting from this cold and heaving ground. I slowly sip my coffee from this cup as flowers bloom with clear bright yellow sound.It’s eighty-nine degrees, in Fahrenheit. Not quite mid April yet and feel this heat. The garden started growing overnight. Let’s hope this yellow beckons some retreatand by the time this poem is written down a much more sp # Options ringlike feel has come around.<figure id="8870"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*[email protected]"><figcaption>. Photo by William J Spirdione</figcaption></figure>Thank you, <a href="undefined">Katie Michaelson</a> and The Daily Cuppa, for publishing these Sunday sonnets. Spring is building with some momentum now. Thank you readers for following the seasons with me.</article></body>

Sunday sonnet

Photo by William J Spirdione

When tiny yellow daffodils of spring shine brightly on an April day so warm with hazy sunshine begging us to sing while tiny trumpets play as mayflies swarm.

Each hour and something else comes rising up. Comes lifting from this cold and heaving ground. I slowly sip my coffee from this cup as flowers bloom with clear bright yellow sound.

It’s eighty-nine degrees, in Fahrenheit. Not quite mid April yet and feel this heat. The garden started growing overnight. Let’s hope this yellow beckons some retreat

and by the time this poem is written down a much more springlike feel has come around.

. Photo by William J Spirdione

Thank you, Katie Michaelson and The Daily Cuppa, for publishing these Sunday sonnets. Spring is building with some momentum now. Thank you readers for following the seasons with me.