It's spring

Numbed by saffron
Narcotics of spring,
Sunny daffodils surround
My house, a golden perimeter
To burnish my spirit
Uplift my soul, sunk no more
Into winter. Narcissus knew
To love beauty and truth but
Paid the price. I collect his reward
Of thousands of flowering darts
Shot at my heart which leaps up
With joy and gramercy. Red-breasted
Cheerleaders also jaunt on my road.
With me, they celebrate the rite of spring.