Croco-Daffodil March When I spied the mist between the back garden trees beyond the fence this early morn I knew it. The frothing texture of promise. The well-worn veils of skies were about to be pierced. The fencing rays of March. Heralded by daffo-primrose-dils. Brazen soldiers of spring. Oblivious of bloodshed. Of the world in … More March