The Daffodil Dragon

by Mary E. Lowd

A heart of gold
But not the metal kind
—cold & unyielding—
No, the vibrant kind
Alive with spring

Swayed by the lightest breeze
A gentle thing
Scales as delicate as leaves
Heart blooming
As if worn on a sleeve
—a daffodil corsage—
More than mere camouflage
The core to her being

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