Flowers Are Flowers Poem by Josephine J.W

I have some flowers upon my window-sill,
The yellow and white contrast so lightly
You would hardly notice that they differ at all,
Yet one is purity, and the other is frivolity
One is large and golden, the other snowy and small.

The sundrops we call daffodils are basking
In the sunlight they reflect - or do they give sunlight
Of their own? Some things I cannot say.
And the white blossoms are so pure and fragrant,
Both flowers are so better suited to the day.

But they are the only flowers I have for now,
The first of the Springtime greenery.
They give me no reason to complain
Flowers are flowers, I tell myself again,
And my worship of them I would never feign.