Over the last 10 years, I have been asked to write poems about all sorts.

Best men have asked for poems to wind up the groom on their wedding day. Parents have asked for poems celebrating the child’s university graduation. Relatives have asked for poems highlighting how much their loved one who’s died meant to them.

Occasionally, people don’t know what they want a poem about and say something abstract like ‘Spring’. And I love that challenge.

Here’s a poem originally published on The Dirigible Balloon.

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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.

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Celebrate anything you like by ordering a poem today.