Food Daffodils Poems

SPRING

The snow on my deck is finally melting away
The bright sunshine finally showed up today
It's been a long cold winter for the birds to rest
The...

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Molly sat on the backyard porch 
Watching the kids play when Dolly 
Emerged from the doorway and 
Sat with her. "Hey sis how's it going...

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I saw Thriplow in its merriment
Vintage cars borrowed from Cambridge
and an abundance of folk singers
with strobes of defiant daffodils
food for the feasties
Morris Dancers sermonising past...

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I love pink rose flowers                                          ...

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My eyes wafted toward the edge of a thicket
Where briars and sage hastened to thrive
There amid brush and bramble, a delicate face
Peeped out from the...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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she wondered if
the only cloud
would rain on her approach

when all at once
she saw a crowd
alighting from a coach

she walked by lakes
and under trees
observing Hill Top...

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Foreword: on 30 December 2018 one last straggling rose remained in my garden. Below it a daffodil flower was just splitting, ready to open. Now...

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Left alone to sit n  sulk
of stresses there's a bulk
all leave the house at nine
I'm left only to sit n whine
we live in a...

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Wish I could drift on a wood
on a ever flowing river
stop wherever there's need for food
wood will save me from shiver

drifting along like a vagabond
absorbing...

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The bread bin been raided, dungarees on
Down to the park with the ducks and  my mum.
Dandelions and Daffodils decorate the bank.
Big dogs and little...

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Amidst the budding
branches the Robin sings, the song is
carried tunefully in the spring air.
denoting that all is well in his world
Every sound listened to by...

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All around our hedgerows and gardens
Buds are forming bringing brilliant
Colour into our lives where previously
Dreary winter darkness lurked.
Everywhere new life is forming
Fields are bouncing with...

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It began with rain, pelting
yellow daffodils to the ground.
Sleet rode rain's coattails,
staccato dings on our windshield.

In the empty parking lot,
black-lettered buses stood
empty; no church today.

Through...

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Flat Stanley needed some time off
to have a little fun.
Cassidie thought her grandpa
would be the very one
to show him the sights and glories of
a great...

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