Who stole the daffodils by the front door? I planted them when I first moved in  Happy jonquils would join them on flowering But the bed is empty The soil spread around My patch of sunshine gone

An arched gable leads out To a field of molten sunshine A tempting promise As I peek through closed doors Hoping to find a key that fits

the ethreal sunlight flows down through the deep blue glass cascading brilliantly across my face i smile close my eyes tightly basking in the warmth shining below soaking in the rays as they dance on my cheeks glittering beneath the surface i crave this it…