Yellow, beckoning

Peeking out briefly
from behind a cloud,
the flirtatious sun
winks a jaunty eye
and thousands of daffodils
burst into ecstatic bloom.
Today,
basking on a friend's back deck,
I become that golden song,
that yellow beckoning
that is sun, that is light, that is life
that is the breathless exuberance
of a new daffodil.
See, now I unfold my petals
canary wings exploding into flight --
all for you;
all for you.