The Season Of Smiles Poem by Cabaline xxx

Wandering the garden, with a pair of scissors.
A snip here and there, many more are needed.
Each one secretes a liquid, dripping on my jeans.
My mind is too focused, to realise or to care.
The number in my hand, steadily grows, sweeter.
I choose yellow ones, and elegant white ones.
Eventually I carry them, all back to the house.
Arrange them in vases, they look pretty any way.
Spread the vases around the house, one per room.
A cheery vase of daffodils, can always bring a smile.
After months of waiting- Spring is here at last.