Trumpet Faces
Having long lean necks and heads forth cocked
Springing straight up from grass so green
All staring ahead as if shell-shocked
How do they know which way to lean?
Crowned around with buttery petals
And in the midst a jutting bloom
Rich soil and fresh rain give them mettle
Bend and drink in their sweet perfume
Plants in sun hats on trumpet faces
Calling out to all of nature
Coinciding with baseball laces
Spring has arrived this is for sure!
Blossoms of cream, lemon and orange
Begin to flower in April
Atriums boast these within their fringe
Trumpet faces of daffodils
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