The Inkwell

Daffodils

I’ve been informed by Auntie Beeb – Spring is on it’s way.  With all these Named storms happening – it doesn’t feel like it….

However, I’m an optimistic soul since my New Year Resolution and I’ve pulled this poem out of my archive for readers to get a little taste of Spring!

It appeared in the Forward Poetry Anthology – New beginnings…

 

Like their glass friends

the humble garden bulb,

has sat quietly

all winter.

 

Waiting for those signs,

The first melted ice

The dropping tree snow

or The returning birds

 

Preparing for the Moment,

That Spring in the Air

And the perfect Moment

The warmth hits the ground

 

As those first warm rays

Drop softly 0n Ground

Bulb pops up a shoot

And takes a look around

 

Till it drinks up the sun,

and lets its colour explode

Giving some sunshine

to a homeowners abode.

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Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.