Death of the Daffodils

Last year's daffodils 
greeted spring with laughter, 
waving their bright heads
at dark-eyed juncos 
who paused at the fountain 
on their journey north.

This year, we waited, watched 
their appearance in jubilation.
Yet today, dawn rain poured,
gave weight to their blossoms,
bowed them to earth in surrender.

Sleet mingled with the rain 
and ushered in heavy snow.

As daylight faded, the daffodils,
mounded under white,
became merely a part of the dark,
as though their long winter sleep
didn't count.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Jones Avatar
February 4, 2015 at 8:49 AM
Cona, this reminds me of waiting for my Cosmos to bloom in 2013. I didn't get the chance to see them all come up, because by the time they did, it was late Fall...almost Winter. Once the frost set in, it killed them all. :O( Great write!!! Well done. :O) Keep up with the great work. Keep on penning. Thank you so very much for sharing your wonderful and creative talents with us. We all truly appreciate it. *S* Cynthia
Adams Avatar
February 4, 2015 at 9:54 AM
Thank you so much, Cynthia. My pleasure. I have truly enjoyed connecting with other poets on poetry soup. Have a super week!
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August 6, 2014 at 9:13 PM
Cona,, Congratulations!!! :) On having your poem featured this week. Stopping by to say hi, and greet almost every poem, on the Poetry Soup's home page. Enjoy having your poem for all to read. Always & Forever ~LINDA~
Austin Avatar
August 5, 2014 at 3:28 PM
Lat snows can be awful. I'm thinking of the tulips with such a short life. Congrats on the selection, daver
Adams Avatar
August 6, 2014 at 6:55 AM
Thank you, Daver. That particular snow prompted four new poems. But the good thing about a late snow is that it melts off quickly. It vanished in the morning sun, and the daffodils popped back up and continued to bloom!
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