Sunlight spills <br />on the hills. <br />Light distils as <br />gold daffodils. <br />Despite March chill <br />in dawn still <br />burst silent trills: <br />trumpet daffodils. <br />The cheery glow <br />and lacy frills <br />of daffodils <br />do all thrill. <br />Falling dew <br />for bees fills <br />the gold cups <br />of daffodils. <br />The sun wills <br />that Jack Frost bow <br />to the angels of <br />sweet daffodils.<br /><br />Saiom Shriver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/march-daffodils/
