Rain again. The fat daffodil buds
sag on their stalks: and this one --
her broken neck, still in its ace bandage,
beaten into the mud -- opened too soon.
Oh my sweet darlings
it has not been
an easy Spring for any of us.
In response to this Morning Porch entry.
10 comments:
Lovely. And how true. It has been a cold, wet beginning.
i love the bandage. and yes, a harsh spring. xo
Oh love this.
Love it. Such a delightful ending.
sweet darlings, indeed - first blossoms are such a sight for sore eyes
gorgeously true. xoxo
This is probably my favorite "Spring" poem now. I sort of hate Spring. I have vicious pollen allergies, which makes Spring really hard for me. I get really tired of the mandate that spring poems be all about rebirth and hope, etc.. I have always found it to be a painful and awkward time; this coming into the summer, the birthing process.
Thanks so much, everyone! Kristen, yes, this has always been the hardest season for me, too.
Cursing spring, I am! We've none. None at all. Except for today. ;)
Love the poem!
We had something today that was like a really nice February day, Jayne. So maybe something like a March day will show up, in a month or two.
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