Daffodils: Reflections of England

I sat on a train
bound for Southampton
sleep claimed me regularly on a hard wooden bench
but in between I awoke
to verdant green hills
shrouded in mist
cows that stared unseeing as we passed,
brick houses that dotted the landscape...

the cold wet of the English countryside
sprinkling my face as I huddled closer to my bags
and watched the other passengers read their dailies
and I dozed again...

My companion twitched in fitful sleep
awakening me to the brightness of daffodils
incongruous on a hillside
yellow patches in the wetness of green grass...
It is this I remember of England.