Daffodils bob on the hill, <br />The wind maintains its’ winter chill, <br />It turns their yellow heads to brown <br />And bends them early to the ground; <br /> <br />The tulips with a stronger will <br />Replace the drooping daffodils, <br />With florid heads they burst their buds <br />While daffodils lay in the mud; <br /> <br />Each flower reigns within its time <br />And from its glory then declines <br />And I a man of weathered reason <br />Stoop knowing I live out of season.<br /><br />David McLansky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-riff-on-david-wood-s-daffodils/
