Too early
for the first daffodils -
December snows are banished
by dyed and glitter-strewn chrysanthemums,
holly from unknown holly woods,
where mistletoe won't grow.
Travelled
from Wales or Cornwall where
they would be gathered daily in the green,
arrive from country stations boxed for platforms
in flower-hungry towns
I know
their yellow scent
when they possessed our orchard,
enchanting spring and summer, solace for
the end of winter and its aconites and snowdrops
only now it's years too late
for the first daffodils
(2012)
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