Sunny Sunday Morning

My heart overflows when there's a chance for sunshine, silence, and solitude in which to write on days like this.  But first, at breakfast, I rejoice before a vase of bright, new daffodils, a favorite early spring flower.
Later, from the kitchen, I glance back at the table and find the sunshine has moved, and now fills the yellow blossoms with a beauty of more than its own.  Hence, the following double tiny haiku like poem:

          Daffodils
          catch morning's sunlight,
          say, yes! yes!

          This morning:
          sunlight, daffodils
          Yes!
                                  ---Shirley Smith Franklin