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Yellow Trumpets Full of Joie De Vivre

The time is here for me to take my journey to the sun For spring will soon arrive and full of life my time has come Winter months spent all alone, whilst bubble wrapped inside my home Away from freezing frost and ice and winters gleaming snow Sleep restored my equilibrium, essential for my golden glow I gently wipe sleep from my eyes dressed in my best attire For I am the prominent member of the annual springtime choir One final look before I leave; my manifestation inspires elation Outfit complete as outside I peep, nearly time for the spring celebration Metamorphosing into a daffodil; a golden gift for all to see Gilded lights after cold winter nights; yellow trumpets full of joie de vivre Written 23rd February 2019 Contest: Standard Contest 185 Sponsor: Brian Strand 1st place

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Date: 2/27/2019 11:42:00 PM
Bravo, Ann. A most delightful and cheerful poem to welcome spring. Congrats on your most deserving top win.
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Date: 2/23/2019 9:29:00 AM
Very nice! Such a bright , uplifting poem :)
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Ann Gilmour
Date: 2/23/2019 10:18:00 AM
Thank you so much Heidi, it is like spring here today with both humans and flowers enjoying the warmth, but I must not forget it is still only February... Hope you are having sunshine too, kindest thoughts Ann xx
Date: 2/23/2019 5:36:00 AM
Ah, I love yellow daffodils. You are especially lovely as one, Ann. And I had thought you could not become one bit lovelier; now I know I was incorrect.
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Ann Gilmour
Date: 2/23/2019 5:54:00 AM
Oh Caren, I love your wonderful comments, they put a big smile on my face! It's a beautiful sunny spring day here in south east England, and the spring celebration is in full flow. Kindest springtime thoughts dear Caren, from your English daff... xx

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