Treachery
Daffodils hang their golden heads
Beneath the ice and snow.
The cruel hand of Winter
Has dealt a bitter blow.
Disguised in rays of springtime,
She roused them from their bed,
Then struck from secret ambush,
And left them limp and dead.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
