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Saturday, March 14, 2009

The First Daffodil, Broccoli




the first daffodil
Aww, don't hang your head
little sister

you'll soon
have a gaggle
of sisters

for company
blooming like flirts
all around the yard





broccoli sprout
we lowered you into the brown
dirt two days ago

how do you like it
there, worms coiling
underneath, dogs

wishing
they could get in
and dig you up!

5 comments:

Vicki Lane said...

Perfect! They are, indeed, flirtatious flora!

Kathryn Stripling Byer said...

Vicki, all the flowers this time of year seem like flirts, teasing us into spring. But especially the "daffs" as an English friend called them years ago. They are indefatigable. Coming back and back and back. Flirts are good at that, too. No matter what the age!

doris diosa said...

How splendid!!! i don't know which i like better, the poetry or the daffodil photos but either way, it is all a treat for me! And since i so want to be home in the mountains today, 'm having a great time with all this. More! More! :)

Lynn Hamilton Rutherford said...

I love this! I love these short little dickens of a poems!!!

My Aunt Lila used to tell me that daffodils were the starched skirts of little pixie girls laid out to dry. Every times I see them, it's the first thing I think of! NOW I'm sure to think of "little sisters"!!!!

And as for broccoli ... I wouldn't mind if the worms ate mine. :)
Love you!!!
Lynn

Gary Carden said...

Loved the poem about the "daffs." Mine are growing along the branch
like curious children at a picnic who have found a stream and are waiting to see what will come floating by. They look like they might go wading next.