THE FIRST DAISY
Sunshine,
Threading through the garden,
Touching each blade of grass.
Turning the first daisy
Into a little pulse of light,
Staying just out of reach
Of the cat’s lazy paw.
Until it pounces,
Catching the sun
In its sharp white claws,
Turning it into a net of glory.
©2025 GWEN GRANT
Poems by Gwen Grant 