Daffodils

I have lain and listened to coyotes call;
Their yip yip howl piercing the moonless night
As I toss sleepless; my thoughts a brick wall.

I have trudged through fog — grey, damp, thick and deep;
Obscuring the sun and hiding my path,
Drowning defiance and welcoming sleep.

I have seen branches turn black with frostbite —
Shrivel, wither and die; misshapen stumps
Where happy growth sighed and gave up the fight.

And, still, each year daffodil leaves appear,
Green spears pushing through the icy cold frost.
Daring me to bloom, to live, without fear.

Thank you to the Poetry Palace for this award!  Check out the site for some great poetry.

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16 thoughts on “Daffodils

  1. Annette — I like the subject matter. Do you want to know that you still need a couplet? Ignore this, if not. You have a poem that works and has strong images.margoyes, you may fix me with a glare 🙂 but I couldn't not point it out although I dithered.

  2. //I have lain and listened to coyotes call;Their yip yip howl piercing the moonless nightAs I toss sleepless; my thoughts a brick wall./I loved the imagery here … a beautiful use of onomatopoeia … well written poem

  3. Soothing flow … I love the surprise I receive – when all of the sudden those bright yellow bonnets adorn my stark daylily bed … for some reason they always catch me off guard!! 🙂

  4. What a joyful poem…in spite of winter's freezing damage. I'm a gardener too. Spring is my favorite time of year when new growth starts sprouting. I have to force daffodil bulbs to see them grow..not cold enough here.

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