Daffodils

This poem written by me, first appeared in the forward poetry title : New Beginnings.

I’ve given it a little polish and decided to share – enjoy.

 

 

Like their glass friends

The humble garden bulb

Has sat quietly

All Winter.

 

It’s waited for the signs,

The first melted ice

The dropping snow

or the returning birds

 

Prepared for the moment

that spring in the air

And that special time

The sun hits the ground

 

And as those first warm rays

Drop onto the ground

It pops up a shoot

And takes a look round

 

Then it drinks up the sun

and lets colour – explode!

Giving some beauty

to a home owners abode