From Rose to Daffodil

Here’s a quick response to today’s WordPress Daily Prompt. The prompt reads “Tell us about a time things came this close to working out… but didn’t. What happened next? Would you like the chance to try again, or are you happy with how things eventually worked out?”

Poet

Yes, today, I watched
sprites dart from rose
to daffodil deepening
each petal’s hue

with finch feathers
dipped in paint:
crushed berries
and ground pine needles

softened with drops
of rainwater gathered
in empty acorn shells.
I heard the satyr’s harp

mixing melodies
with a meadow stream
that gently rumbled
against a large stone

and a birch limb,
white as bone, that
dipped its fingers
in the living water,

but I’ve yet to taste
the small cakes elves
bake, sweet bites
left to cool in the shade

of trees that still
remember Eden.
Perhaps, I’ll filch one
for breakfast.

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