Down the Woods
"Nature never did betray the heart that loved her".
William Wordsworth
Down the woods I stride my way
Deep on its portaI I see
myriads of daffodils blooming
in varied colours and shape;
Trumpets in golden hue
and pink jonquillas that radiate
in the dappled sunlight.
All of a sudden, it drizzles
and a rainbow descends
and kisses each dainty petal;
I wish to have even a single stalk
So I could bring to grandma's tomb;
But before I could find my way back home
I see white daffodils dancing
encircling my ancestors' graveyard.
15 March 2022
"A Brian Strand 1090" Poetry Contest
1st place
Copyright © Jcb Brul | Year Posted 2022
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