Image from Creative Commons, George Bremer
"Joy"
almost spring
but autumn's decay
piles of rotting leaves,
sticks and prickery weeds
an old candy wrapper
still blanket unreadied gardens
hardy green stalks
push insistently through
piles of debris
they do not understand
the world is not yet ready
for the joy of yellow daffodils
© Carol Wilcox, 2022
And my all-time favorite daffodil poem, by one of my all-time favorite poets, Ralph Fletcher.
"Daffodils"
They put on
a little show
simply by being
so yellow.
Their stems
darkly green
against the
faded brown barn.
Ralph Fletcher
from Ordinary Things: Poems from a Walk in Early Spring, (c) 1997
2 comments:
Oh, but we ARE ready...at least I am!! And I'm so hungry for their joy, their optimism, their hardiness in spite of our "unreadied gardens."
Our daffodils are almost finished. That's why I love visiting spring through everyone else's blogs. It prolongs the beauty.
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