The Daffodils Arrive
The daffodils arrive
like a herd of harmless lions,
daytime stars balancing
on alien-green fingers.
The daffodils arrive
like a butter-trumpet orchestra,
a set of cheesy lips
puckering up for a kiss.
The daffodils arrive
like chicks playing musical statues,
yawning tennis balls,
a family of whistling canaries.
The daffodils arrive
like silent fireworks,
golden full stops
on the dark afternoons.
like a herd of harmless lions,
daytime stars balancing
on alien-green fingers.
The daffodils arrive
like a butter-trumpet orchestra,
a set of cheesy lips
puckering up for a kiss.
The daffodils arrive
like chicks playing musical statues,
yawning tennis balls,
a family of whistling canaries.
The daffodils arrive
like silent fireworks,
golden full stops
on the dark afternoons.
This poem is copyright (©) Carl Burkitt 2025
About the Writer
Carl Burkitt
Carl likes telling tales. He tells long tales, short tales, silly tales, sad tales. He tells them online, behind a mic, in books, in schools, and on the sofa with his young family. His debut kids’ collection, Elephants Sleep in Bunk Beds, was published by Beir Bua in 2021.
