Twelve little daffodils were
The only flowers to be seen
Their yellow trumpets nearly dwarfed
By their tall green leaves
All around them the snow
Lay deep and cold
Yet those little daffodils
Were a promise of coming spring
A dear little poem about the cycles of seasons using such a delightful image - twelve little daffodils. I enjoyed this. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a lovely one...I (of course) will have to add it to my favorites! I just bought a whole bunch of bulbs to plant! ! Hugs, Dee