Sunday, April 3, 2022

National Poetry Month 2022- Foundlings and Wonderments #3- Joy

Image from Creative Commons, George Bremer


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.


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


Mary Lee said...

Oh, but we ARE least I am!! And I'm so hungry for their joy, their optimism, their hardiness in spite of our "unreadied gardens."

Ramona said...

Our daffodils are almost finished. That's why I love visiting spring through everyone else's blogs. It prolongs the beauty.