Daffodil

Floral, Vera Kober 2022

Gleeing glitter flitters from deep inside a trumpet of pure. It brims in humble and honourable, kindness and compassion that cascades over the trumpet’s pretty frilled edge onto ribbed petals beneath.

Sapping up sunshine as bright as its petals, she warms and soothes in tinkle and toll, chimes in pure sublime.

All around vie for her bright and cheery that can crack the crustiest of crusts... shaggy carpets of grape hyacinths, wild buttercups rambling free, and the hundreds of star shaped blooms that make up bobble heads of purple alliums.

Bees buzz casually inside her shelter for the nectar she gives so freely, honeyeaters too, their beaks tickling the pollen. Their sustenance.

They know of her nourishment and precious, herself richer than rubies and diamonds for all she bestows, the healing and protection she offers.

They seek it out, yearn for her acceptance and patience abundant. Her strength. Her all-encompassing, understanding and nonjudgement.

She sways in the spring stir, always reliable to banish the winter blues. Her vibrant yellow of joy, her warmth of abundance.

Until, as nothing is forever, she wilts and wanes in the warming breeze, empties to no more, and those she once gave to so graciously, now give to her as she retires to the earth. Her sunbeams squelched by clanging clouds.

The little hyacinths once stretching to soak in her joy, now weep in fading baubles shedding thousands of tears, buttercups swirl in sympathy. All are lost in storming seas, without lifeboat or her guiding light.

Her legacy far from fades though and instead, remains in the seeds she’s germinated and nurtured in her streaming sunshine. It’s in the hope that perseveres in all she’s warmed, in her strength all grasp for. Her sanctuary of humble and giving.

Ever present in her gentle chime breezing in the wind, and her glitter surfing the rainbows, she wilts and wanes in a transcending legacy that remains. Our Daffodil.