The mosaic gold Daffodils
Hang loose, and limp
Ramshackled
Dishevelled
As they droop
Disdainfully
Towards their destiny
Yet their spark of life
Remains beautiful
Echoing their former glory
Still adorned
With their outer tunics
Like pale veils of harmony
Drawn back
Over limp green shoots
The now dying 'Daffs'
Lie, within a mosaic vase of complexities
Of Egyptian Blue's
Crimson Red's
And Verdigris Green's
Creating a tapestry
Of a primary delight

by Jemia