This morning I woke to find my dainty, miniature daffodils succumbing to a spring snow. William Wordsworth’s famous poem ‘Daffodils’ came to mind.
My rhyme and flow are no match for any poet, especially Wordsworth, but I had fun with it. Here is my version of ‘Daffodils’.
I wandered sad beneath the clouds
That sits so low o’er river and peak,
When all at once I saw a sight,
A host, of frozen daffodils;
Beside the walk, beneath the trees,
Bending and brittle in the snow filled breeze.
Falling low as the flakes that tumble
And veil all the land,
They yield lower ever still
Never to rise once more:
Listen close to hear their cries,
Bowing their heads in icy demise.
Now for those of you who haven’t read the real thing, here is a quick link. It is one of my favorite poems.