A poem in two versions to celebrate spring. The photo was taken yesterday morning.
Daffodils I: The Yellow Troopers
The loyalty of daffodils stands guard,
frame in full regalia a now abandoned yard
grass and stone compose a meandering walk
A jutting form of concrete cries "Comp’ny, Halt!"
The framework of some pilgrim’s home is gone.
Weeds twist and twine throughout the errant lawn.
Saplings flower from the base of a nonexistent stoop,
and yet spring to eternal spring march on these yellow troops.
Daffodils II: Honor Guard
The loyalty of daffodils—
an honor guard arraigned in full regalia
lines the remnant of some bygone
homestead’s path.
A rubble of concrete marks the end
of this golden parade.
A sapling raises buds above
the one-time porch’s floorboards.
Yellow heads bow to the winds of fortune
but return to attention
each springtime season
—mark with dignity long buried hopes.
Darlene Moore Berg
3 comments:
Beautiful, Darlene, both the picture and the poems...I like them both (with their tinge of sadness.)
CRYSTAL VASE
Farewell gift
generously presented
amidst complexities
and I was not well
Yet this vase is
simple
elegant
Holding
the first
three daffodils
of the year
The daffodils are faithful flowers. I have some coming up in a neglected flowerbed. Thankyou for your poem this morning.
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