In the garden the morning light
beams a shinning shaft, golden bright
on the newly built wooden fence
erected as a firm defense
against the winters raging might.
It is such a glorious sight
to see this beacon of delight
spotlight the crocuses growing
in the garden.
I watch the spreading shaft highlight
the swaying daffodils upright
some with only small buds showing
others with their trumpets blowing
all audacious in the sunlight
in the garden.
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Upright! ! With the muse of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.