Wednesday, April 06, 2011

Oh My Sweet Darlings

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:

Anne said...

Lovely. And how true. It has been a cold, wet beginning.

carolee said...

i love the bandage. and yes, a harsh spring. xo

Uma said...

Oh love this.

Shanna Germain said...

Love it. Such a delightful ending.

Sabine said...

sweet darlings, indeed - first blossoms are such a sight for sore eyes

Deb said...

gorgeously true. xoxo

Kristen McHenry said...

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.

Dale said...

Thanks so much, everyone! Kristen, yes, this has always been the hardest season for me, too.

Jayne said...

Cursing spring, I am! We've none. None at all. Except for today. ;)
Love the poem!

Dale said...

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.