I saw today a few brave daffodils,
each face slewed upward from woodland's
bare floor and bending I fingered
shy blooms unfurling, gazed at first brassy
trumpets' slow stretch to full being
for Flora's up-rising warms winter chilling
as awesome Spring chorus begins.
Conjured from deadness bold yellowing bid
me sing when petaline citric shed
light into gloom and shiny nods spread glow
among shadows as beauty readies
to burst cold's last hold by bounteous growth.
I shall take later strolls to secret
gold seas of yellow I know will be waiting
to wave their greeting at me.
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Fay Slimm. (
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Good write Fay, I have daffy in my garden, they have been there for about a week.
Andy
A beauty of a write - just showing colour in my garden - will be out by the weekend. Currently in bloom: helebores, snowdrops, pulmonaria, iris, cyclamen, Viburnam, - who said winter is dull?
Greetings Fay, a wonderful and brave write as we are taught to avoid composing poems themed on daffs (Wordsworth! follow that). You have, though, succeeded here.
'Seven golden daffodils
Gleaming in the sun;
To light the way of evening
When day is done.'
~ from a song written by Lee Hayes and his sister Fran Moseley in 1957.
When I first started playing guitar in the early 1960's I was ready to give up the ghost and abandon it. Lonnie Donegan recorded this song and I just had to learn to play it. I never did give up and the last time we (as a band) played 'seven daffodils' was yesterday.
Thanks for the memory,
Ex animo, Alan
This to usher in early spring. Let us hope frosts will not punish such brave and welcome cheer.
I'm honestly so ready for those flowers to wave at me. It's been months since I've seen them!
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