My Countryside tread

Lost in letters spread in my head
Thoughts are thinking a woven thread
Creativity conjures midst my countryside tread
As a daffodil droops weary and dead

Withered and worn from Springtime’s wake
The sizzling sun shines on morning’s break
Yellow petals shrivel, quiver and shake
I say Farewell to the daffodil for the season’s sake

It shall drop to demise on the dusty earth
I will reminisce it’s wonderful wilderness worth
Yet from the daffodil’s death new life gives birth
Yellow meadow buttercups rise with mirth

As I inhale the early morning dew
Staring out in the distance to yon beautiful view
With a richness of a reddy crimson hue
My listening is loving the passing Cuckoo