I Wish We'd Brighter Days With Daffodils Poem by Mark Heathcote

With its tint of decay, the autumn blazed
dimmed like a sunset with a naysayers
worn-out phrase! Gold and red the landscape glazed
a cataract eye grey, the winds conveyors
made, my eyes cry to see the winter's hue
turn everything to blue, not magenta
petal flew left so that I could pick for you.
Not a thought in my heart could bloom, splinter
now darkness like a veil over my eyes
fell like a shadow over storm-swept hills
I pray you, forgive my melancholy lies
I wish we'd have brighter days with daffodils.
I wish in those times I could have you smile
with a joyous love more hotly, worthwhile.