Roadside Daffodils

Roadside daffodils
deliberately snapped and scattered.
I gather them, fill my vases, so I at least
can enjoy their fleeting beauty.

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We have some wonderful grassy areas on the corner of our road, in front of our house. At the moment these are full of daffodils. But some low-life yobs seem to take great pleasure in breaking off the flower heads, some just buds, and scattering them. I can’t bear to see them lying on the ground unable to fulfil their potential so I pick them up and put them in vases. Fortunately there are still plenty growing, but everyday more have been scattered.


March Chills

Defiantly facing March chills,
like women gathering
in bright Spring bonnets
nodding and smiling;


Some mindless lowlife seemed to think it fun
to strip the budding daffodils from
the grassed corner of the road, every last stem,
and scatter them across the grass to die,
depriving passers-by of springtime joy.
I salvaged what I could and now
they stand in joyful golden glory
in a blue vase in my living room.


A jar of rescued daffodils
collected from the roadside,
bent, battered and broken stemmed,
ravaged by wind and rain,
now cheerfully revived.


Drab winter slowly yields.
Snowdrops fade, crocus come and go,
all around new growth erupts
and over all the daffodil
trumpets in triumph.


The daffodils are fading now,
their trumpeting less clear.
A haze of bluebells nod their heads
to ring a peal so sweet and pure
that only faery folk can hear.


Blow your fanfare, golden trumpets,
heralds of the sun,
awake the earth from winter slumber,
Springtime has begun.

Ladies in Waiting

Ladies in waiting,
cloaked in green against the cold.
Soon Spring warmth will coax them
to cast aside their hoods and turn
bright smiles to face the sun;

Passing Time

Snowdrop and crocus,
springtime blooms.
Daffodil and tulip
follow soon.
Nature’s clock ticks,
bright colours chime
as the season shifts
with passing time.


Purple honesty, seeded like weeds,
draped along the fence; a royal robe
flecked golden here and there
with glowing springtime daffodils.

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