Hmmm. The sun has shone for two days now, so it's possible Spring has arrived (though there are rumours of snow again this weekend).
Enough of an excuse to post a photo of my daffs before they get battered all over again by the wind and the rain.
There's a poem to go with them too. Now, this isn't the most erudite piece of writing I've ever composed so don't go getting your hopes up, it's just a bit of fun.
It does, however, convince me that I'll never cut it in the greetings-card industry.
Daffodils by Jan Jones
We always look for flowers
As a sign that winter's passed
Yet crocus grow
While there's still snow
And open though
The winds still blow
Then fickle, foolish creatures they
Shut up their faces fast.
But daffodils, now daffodils
Are all-or-nothing men
They stand up straight
They throng the gate
Spread out to wait
And mass in great
Bright welcome for the knowledge that
The year has turned again.
5 comments:
grinning from ear to ear here :-)
That's what I like. A reader who is easily pleased. :)
Lovely pic. Lovely words.
Is definitely spring. The ants have emerged...
Good poem but you spoke to soon. It's been snowing in Hampshire - see semi-artistic pix on my blog!
I found you from a comment you left on Susie V's blog. I liked your poem immensely!
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