I’m settling into a new routine…
this morning double yellow lines
veered off the center path
and into the April garden.
when I arrived, coffee in hand,
the daffodils were bobbing,
looking around, going nowhere.
Sat on the steps, frothy shadows,
sun and breeze my companions
thinking this a fine office
meeting in my ear, mug in hand
chickadees checking in
wings all a-whir, they dance
How will it be to leave this,
this strange and novel normal?
Afterwards, I pulled out my folding chair for a better view of the front garden and had a go at it with both my normal palette and a new set of colors. It’s hard not be fascinated by the light changing on yellow flowers as the sun moves across the day.
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Lovely anthropomorphizing of daffodils