Yellow Blasts

Short February will soon be gone
with warmer March fast coming on
bringing surprises that she yields, 
of bright yellow daffodils filling fields.
They're also part of my yard decor.
Every fall I plant some more.

Each year my gardening magazine
shows new daffodils not before seen.
I'm eager for the yellow shades,
one blooming before the other fades
When basking in their golden glow,
if the sun's not shining, I don't know.

Written Feb. 8, 2014
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Bolton Avatar
February 9, 2014 at 2:19 PM
I'm imagining your yard of yellow daffodils and other colors. They are a very pretty flower, the daffodils. You gave this poem great clarity and we all share with you, your daffodils.
Kayode Avatar
February 9, 2014 at 11:35 AM
''When basking in their golden glow, if the sun's not shining, I don't know'' , I love this Joyce. Great work.
Dietrich Avatar
February 8, 2014 at 9:03 PM
hey, I started my poem out with daffodils too. they are awesome yellow flowers, Joyce. A GOOD poem for Francine!! I just love her color contests.
Dunn Avatar
February 8, 2014 at 7:29 PM
Within each line there's a little ray of sunshine left behind, it's nice to read something that gives the heart something to look forward to. You've given this old heart of mine hope that spring may really becoming someday. cheri also thank you dearest lady for your nice comments.
Bauer Avatar
February 8, 2014 at 6:54 PM
you've captured the magic of daffodils so beautifully in this poem. i enjoyed it!
Smith Avatar
February 8, 2014 at 5:31 PM
I am so eager for it to Joyce..It doesn't seem possible as it snows once again.......Hugs Tim
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