Buried 'neath the woodland snow
Where ice can't reach and winds don't blow
She sleeps and dreams of warming Spring
Trees and bushes tipped in green
From April rains she drinks her fill
Bursting forth a daffodil
Thanks Michael Love my daffodils! Can't wait til they bloom!
2 years ago
by Ben Pickard
i love daffodils and have written a few poems about them myself. This poem is stunning. It has real poise and elegance and is one of those that just rolls off the tongue and is a genuine pleasure to read.
I'm glad cindy nominated this as I am out of votes!
Good luck and thanks for posting a lovely poem.
All the very best