As if in time lapse
you shake your petals into being
quivering until the colour sets.
Indoors, daffodils wilt quickly
while out there everything –
the neighbour’s washing,
a lumbering bus
a sweating cyclist,
falling leaves
an escaping dog –
shhhhhhh
everything glistens.
© Saradha Koirala 2010
ahhhh – that reminds me of the ‘shook foil’ of the Gerard Manley Hopkins poem – lovely, Saradha (as I write your name now I say it correctly in my head)