Along the roadside daffodils
damaged by the wind
lie down with broken stems
like birds with broken wings.
I pick them up, I rescue them,
bring them in and soon
refreshed, revived and in a vase
they decorate my room!


6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Freya Pickard
    Apr 05, 2012 @ 11:56:35

    what a lovely tender poem! I enjoyed the rhythm and rhyme too!


  2. Libby
    Apr 05, 2012 @ 12:09:01

    Thank you Freya, it is only a litle whimsy – but I do like to rescue the damaged daffodils and give then the chance to live a bit longer.


  3. wordcollage
    Apr 05, 2012 @ 12:12:03

    I like the concept of rescuing flowers. A lovely visual image of those revived flowers.


  4. JulesPaige
    Apr 05, 2012 @ 18:56:53

    Good for you, ours have mostly bloomed and gone. Just some late ones in the back to blossom. A nice little read for a break in my afternoon 🙂


  5. Robin
    Apr 08, 2012 @ 18:18:50

    Lovely poem, Libby. I’m glad you rescued them. 🙂


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