Daffodil

I’m a sucker for daffodils.
I love their yellowness, their brightness, their perkiness.
I love the way daffodils declare the end of one season
      and proclaim the start of another.
I love their way, as William Wordsworth put it,
      of “fluttering and dancing in the breeze.”
If any flower is a dancer, the daffodil is.
Most often when I’m photographing,
      I place only one of these flowers in my viewfinder,
            or perhaps two.
Doing visual justice to just one is feat enough,
      let alone a whole troupe of them.
Even then I feel I so easily fall short.
A single daffodil is too much for a single photograph.
You need a dozen images, a score of them,
      to really show off a such a lovely dancer.
Then when you get one daffodil done, you can go on to the next.
There are a few my camera and I have yet to approach.