Here is a poem featured in The Writer’s Almanac this morning.
It’s not great, but I like the comparison to an upright telephone!
Daffodils
Yellow telephones
in a row in the garden
are ringing,
shrill with light.
Old-fashioned spring
brings earliest models out
each April the same,
naïve and classical.
Look into the yolk-
colored mouthpieces
alert with echoes.
Say hello to time.
“Daffodils” by May Swenson, from Nature: Poems Old and New. © Houghton Mifflin, 2000. Reprinted with permission
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