We Are

Beneath this frozen ground we wait

protected from the iron fist

of winter as her cover slips,

to freeze your garden, spread sharp frost

on wayward leaves now crunchy crisp.

Wild winds whip up and sun has lost

her welcome warmth, so pale her face,

no trace of robust, rosy glow.

Predicted soon are falls of snow

and ice will cling on country roads.

Our time clock ticks yet we must rest

in silent sleep, bear out the chill

until we push our waking green

through stubborn earth. And then the thrill

in early spring, we'll bring to you,

we'll dance for you in thickened clumps.

We are your promised daffodils.

Reviews

[Stella Armour]

Today Chris i noticed my miniature daffies all have yellow buds just waiting to burst open, they have been peeking through for a while but now i can see the yellow from my window..
A lovely poem to describe how hardy plants are, even delicate ones somehow manage that long cold sleep of hibernation, nature is fascinating how she recovers and re-biths herself..

[Chris Shaw]

I just love spring Stella. I also have tiny daffodils growing on my deck table in pots. They have yet to bloom. Will be a treat when they do. Pleased you enjoyed this poem. Many thanks.

Chris

[Stella Armour]

So many joys in the garden, now i can see properly i also see the yellow primroses are smiling from way up at the other end whee i couldn't focus before ,,:)

[Coyote Poetry]

This is poetry dear Chris. I had to read a few times. The wonder of nature. New life, new flowers in the Spring. Thank you dear Chris for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Chris Shaw]

Many thank yous Coyote, especially for reading more than once. Pleased you enjoyed the read.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Chris.

[Lorry]

Aww, lovely write Chris, of what is just around the corner, but feels like an eternity away, as we grumble and moan, stomping around with our heads down because nature, for the millionth time, has forgotten to get that bloody thermostat fixed and leaving us all wondering if she is trying to freeze-dry people.
On the plus side though, at least we're not the poor frozen worm :)

[Chris Shaw]

What a thought Lorry. You've just reminded me why I've opted for cremation. Plus the fact I don't want to be eaten by worms:) On the positive side I have my first daffodils. That's good. Thank you.

Chris

[Lorry]

I don't mind if I'm buried, cremated or fly-tipped to be honest. Frozen in amber and erected at the end of my garden to scare passers by sound appealing though :)

[Chris Shaw]

Frozen in Amber how positively poetic Lorry. Makes dying seem enriching :)

[Lorry]

Plus, a fun and frightening halloween addition to scare the neighbourhood kids with :)

[Chris Shaw]

Ha ha your wicked sense of humour is top notch this morning. Have a great day :)

[Miss Sharon]

"And then the thrill in early spring, we'll bring to you, we'll dance for you in thickened clumps. We are your promised daffodils." Oh yes...the beautiful daffodils and tulips...th first to bloom in my garden and what a welcomed sight they are. I love your poem my dear. ~Sharon

[Chris Shaw]

So pleased you enjoyed my words Sharon. Your visit most appreciated. Thank you.

Chris

[Ana Papaya]

this is beautiful, would make a lovely St. David's day poem.
I love your easy way of finding a rhyme that flows smoothly and wonderfully

[Chris Shaw]

Thanks for your continued encouragement Ana. It means a great deal.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love the personification and imagery in this ode to spring and the seeds that long to come up when the time is ripe..and i am also reminded of Lionel Richie here...and the seeds singing background as the Commodores...."we are the sun, we are the rain"---
it is really getting old here...the grey days.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Like your reference here to Lionel Ritchie, Jacob. He has a great voice. Looking forward to less grey days and spring renewal. Season of rebirth. Does it for me.

Chris

[john l smith]

If I were to take this personally I would say it is rubbing it in.
Our Daffodils had appeared and then an uncharastically cold spell arrived with snow and freezing weather and the the daffies have suffered badly as did our long gone cherry blossoms.

[Chris Shaw]

Sorry Dave, what a pity. We get that here sometimes too. Winter can be cruel. It has a habit of making a comeback when you think spring has arrived. Shame about your flowers.

Chris

[Sarah K Cass]

How lovely and very clever!

Ps - Daffodils do bloom in January in Cornwall.

[Chris Shaw]

Yes the further west you go, the warmer the climes. We have relatives in Devon and spring always seems to arrive earlier there. Thank you SessyK.

Chris

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A very descriptive piece written in the voice of an organic subject which works well. Flowing with good rhyming and structure.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you John for your very positive review. Much appreciated.

Chris