Yellowness.
With each advent of sun-showered yellow
there steals
a springing of close-headed gold denseness
in nearby fields.
Daffodil time comes frilly with captured
mass meaning
packed with herald heads and nodding
gilt greetings.
Breathing in sunshine whatever the sky
I bend to eye level
lie down in an ocean of yellowness
and pretend to be floating then drown
in Spring-coloured bliss.
A yearly looked-for experience is this.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Beautiful poem , Fay .. just lovely 🙂🌸
'A yearly looked-for experience is this.'
just like your poetry's:
weekly, looked-for reading experience, dear Fay
what a Time, to ink such vivid words
reminding us
of Nature's hope fuelling, majestic beauty
I have not been out among the fields of Daffodils for two years now.... so whoopee ... am I ever looking forward to seeing thema again and later on those carpets of bluebells among the trees.
Oh come on the springtime.... light me up in spirit.
A really uplifting read today thank you.
I have done that self same thing Fay, tho' I doubt so pretty or as daintily as thee ................. a delightful poem with a golden hue that stays behind my lids when I close my eyes ............... Neville x
Thought you may have laid down at eye level and soaked in the essence of a whole field of daffs........... takes a romantic to think of doing that eh ? - - -
- - thanks a plenty for the generous review Nev.................x
The images were so vivid and I was transported into a yellow paradise! Thank you!
A wonderful poem with a stunning picture....as I look out my window this morning the world is covered in a blanket of snow. Can't wait to see wildflowers, etc! Thank you for that little bit of spring!
Stunning! I've only seen this in a formal garden but would love to see a field of daffodils as in your lovely poem.
It is a wonderful time, even my daffodils are coming out and it is a glorious sign of spring.
Andy
Unbuttoning the winter coat, and allowing its seed to sprout. Yearning for the rays of Sun, to welcome the change of season, and lay down a carpet of yellow, that only so poetic words as yours could display
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