It’s dark here—
Pillars of rain hold tears in place
as the thunder bellows
lupine laments
succor for saccharine hiboux
murmurs of misunderstanding
malice on the mind of mayhem,
unaware of the daffodil’s proclivity
for imminent destruction,
the madness of sacral lilies,
petrichor hymns
crooned to She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named
?? The Daffodil Song (Based on the Axolotl Song)
(Verse 1)
There's a Daffodil on the hillside, green.
Is a daffodil supposed to be, seen?
If you ask the Creator,
If the spring will come later,
A sparrow flits by and then the flower's gone.
(Verse 2)
There's a Daffodil in a window box, bright.
Is a daffodil supposed to be, there at night?
If you ask the Almighty,
If the flower's doing rightly,
A bumblebee buzzes in and then the flower's gone.
(Verse 3)
There's a Daffodil at the front, gate.
Is that a sign of God's love or just fate?
If you ask the Spirit,
If they'll always be near it,
A warm breeze blows through and then the flower's gone.
(Chorus)
Yellow, mellow, Daffodil!
Hallowed, hallowed, God's love still!
We'll see them, tomorrow! (Yay, yeah, yeah!)
The Two-Cent Daffodil
My Nana Pat, with a careful hand and eye,
Would've loved this stamp, a piece of sky.
Two daffodils, sun-kissed and so bright,
Held in a square of soft, creamy light.
I can picture her now, with her albums open wide,
A small world of paper and ink by her side.
With tweezers so gentle, she'd settle each one,
A small victory savored beneath the afternoon sun.
This two-cent flower, a promise of spring,
Was the sort of small treasure she loved to bring
Into her collection, a record of place,
Each stamp a new story, a moment of grace.
And though she is gone, I can still see her smile,
In this tiny landscape, worth more than a while.
For this isn't just postage, but memory's art,
A daffodil blooming in a grandmother's heart.
Quiet are the hyacinths
Underneath the snows
Irises and violets
Even the red rose
Today are lying silent
Underneath the snows
Daffodils and lilacs
Even the red rose.
beautiful bright bold
yellowness like ancient sun
arrival of spring
I shall not pray for roses,
When daffodils would do:
There's glory in the simple things
That I will not eschew.
I shall not pray for roses,
When daffodils would do:
The simple without poses,
I never shall eschew.
Far afar,
in the lush meadow,
a tiny Daffodil once dwelt.
Two steadfast arms enfolded it-
their wings unfurled,
a cradle of shade and whispers.
But,
But all hopes are gone.
The Sighing Winds carry silence now,
and the Daffodil leans forever,
a memory etched in the Earth.
It is all now a dream,
To dwell with them,
But, but He will be glad,
in a pure, new world!
Sparkles of faerie wings flit past the pink tulips
Sweeping and swerving, frisky faerie flips
Daffodil is jealous of this marvelous mythical attention
Pokes fun at floral’s spring gardening convention
Dee Daffodil Donna
Found fabulous Flora and Fauna
Floating in a sizzling sauna
What are you doing? She said
Their eyes were closed, their faces were red
They were as relaxed as if they were in bed
Neither answered her at all
They were asleep, dozing through her call
Finally relaxed, after all.
A little baby dear Daffodil
Teasing me with her fiddle
Robbing my heart, in my mind
Dancing free, an angel find!
Beneath the way, I belittled shackles
Closing near her, fingers crackles
Alas! A bee, a wilful warrior
Driven me back, a startling barrier.
"Around a month, about an aeon
Waiting for this bud to be born
Away you go, alone that way
The flower is mine, let us play."
Wush! A wind flush my foe
Swirling like a cotton fro
"The flower is mine, away you bee
Longing for the fragrance flee."
While we three, averred free
Behind the tree, the daffodil plea
"Let the wind cuddle my fragrance
And you bee, taste my joyance."
And then the beauty gone with me
Back to home, we walked in glee
Heavenly souls, leaves their virtue
In their kindness, we hold life true.
Chill the north-east air
On the bravest cheek
Though the March sun sifts
Through the clouding sheet
As if winter fights
The advancing spring,
While the daffodils dance
In the darting breeze!
So sure the measured steps of time
Steal slow the strength of men,
And years at last
Must yield their power
To younger blood,
To generations yet to be,
Till they in turn grow old
On time's resistless wheel
Of life and death
And all would seem
A sequence meaningless
Of gain and loss,
Of hope, despair,
Of life, of death.
Yet by that dancing daffodil
God speaks a lesson pure,
Apparent death can spring again
And even winter's chill
Prepare the heart to find new life
In Christ.
They send their shoots upward,
the tender, fresh green sprouts
like young, adventurous youth,
to break the earth’s warming crust,
still chilled by winter’s cruel grasp,
reaching for the warm sunshine,
and Spring’s hopeful promise
of approaching summer bliss,
with fields of bright, smiling yellow faces,
that thaw hearts from winter’s frost
and bring forth joyful, warmer days.
Burgundy breaths beside blue brook
Floating in air nearby
blonde ambition natural ammunition
Butterfly wings dipping sipping
Daffodils dreams of yellow and cream
Nectar refreshing little tongue
Soaking drinking glowing from gold sun
Tummy full and finally free
To catch a nap in greenery
Heaven is a bed floating flower head
Hidden from birds black
That would have a butterfly snack
Daffodil smells of amber air
Refreshing butterflies software
That nature preserve and provides
Until the next flower ride
Hyacinth and daffodil
bloom on yonder verdant hill
Though roses struggle to emerge
thorns impaled on concrete's dirge
Spring is painted the most vibrant yellow
Magical blooms unfurl to our delight
After harsh winter months, all is mellow
Nature created such beautiful sight.
Along hedgerows, daffodils unfold
Yellow primroses raise their dainty head
Yonder on hillside gorse glowing so gold
Tapestry woven of magical thread.
For love of spring is imbued in us all
Temperate atmosphere gives pure delight
Mesmerised entirely in love we fall
Like lovers entwined on a perfect night.
Spring painted in so many yellow shades
Our hearts are full at enthralling cascade.
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