The Mourning of a Daffodil
by Amelie De Jesus
There’s an overwhelming ripeness to it–
basking in the scent of limp petals,
soft silkiness turned cracked, ragged.
A thin body once trumpeting–
reaching towards the blazing star,
blessed with life, believed & loved.
Hands welcoming the blue–
gifted with stray dew from the skies,
flourishing in kind, yellow with pride!
Lifted crowns and blooming buds.