The daffodils
Are sprouting out
In this honey afternoon
Stark mosaics
A warm season breeze
Suspended
A quiet place
To sit
To ignore
The chaos
A place
With no sound
Achingly beautiful
A daffodils lament
Scones and honey
Softly sweet
Lazy birds
On a syrupy breeze
Clouds of
Clotted cream
Fly over me
This sanctuary
Is unexpected
Time to
Sit a spell
Never forgetting
Past missteps
The ones
That lead me here
Ghosts linger
In these cobblestones
Hope goes meandering
But always comes home
Back to comfort
Sarah Mahina Calvello
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