Showing posts with label Daffodils. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Daffodils. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 5, 2022

Survivors


Survivors

The rain was hard.
The wind was strong.
We were beaten down.
Some bent a little.
Others hit the ground.
When the storm was over,
we were still around.

Thursday, April 1, 2021

See More

See More

Take the extra steps.
No frills but still beautiful.
See more than one side.

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Tuesday, March 23, 2021

Greet Spring


Greet Spring

High above
On the ground
Leaves sprout
Flowers open

Feel warmth
Hear songs
See changes
Greet spring

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Thursday, April 16, 2020

Push Forward


Push Forward

The wind
pushes me from behind.
I stumble, step, step, step
then regain my bal-
ance and move forward 
from there.

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Thursday, March 12, 2020

The Flower


The Flower

I see the petals now.
They are still wrapped
tightly together, but
I make out an edge or two.
Soon, they will begin to rise.
Give each other some space.
Stand and take the places
to which they have been assigned.
Become known as the flower.

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Thursday, January 24, 2019

Full Bloom


Full Bloom

The wintry mixes will end.
The snow will melt.
Breath will be heard
but not seen.

The trees will fill with leaves.
The daffodils will open.
Spring will be in full bloom.
It can't happen too soon.

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Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Final Bow


Final Bow

The daffodil brought
brightness when we
needed it most.
Now, it takes its
final bow and
holds on for
a few more accolades
before it leaves the stage.

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Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Support


Support

There is a time
to stand alone
and a time to
ask for help.
I reach out
and find you
beside me.
You hold me up
until I regain
my balance.
On another day,
we will switch roles.

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Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Anticipation


Anticipation

Through the window,
I saw a flash of yellow
then rushed out 
the back door
to see the daffodil.
I didn't have to
go far to realize
that the petals 
were tightly coiled.
The disappointment
slowed me until
I took a second look.
The bud did not have
the beauty of a flower,
but it glowed
with the anticipation
of becoming one.

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Thursday, March 9, 2017

One Flower


One Flower

One flower begins to open.
The stem is bent but not broken.
Atop, golden segments show.
The bloom is still joined to the ground.
The petals unfurl though they're downed.
Beauty comes round, a bright glow.

This poem is written in a Welsh form called cywydd llosgyrnog.

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Thursday, February 20, 2014

Handpicked


Handpicked

You opened
with good reason.
Secure in the
warmth of the season.
Then Nature,
with its fickle ways,
dialed back the temperature
to the point at which
you might freeze.
You were handpicked
and brought inside.
Your end
wouldn't come from
the shock of cold.
Instead, you would reside
in comfort 
for at least
a few days longer.

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