Spring came early.
Daffodils sent up blunt shoots.
Yellow buds perched atop short stalks.
Pushing right through autumn’s detritus,
spring defied winter’s chilly winds.
But winter sent a heavy-handed greeting:
a caress of snow, an icy kiss of welcome
and – most likely –
of goodbye.
“an icy kiss of welcome” and goodbye.
Chilling, and so well spilled.
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Thank you.
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::sigh:: at nature’s whim….
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Yes. Hopefully nature will spare the bulbs.
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I’ve been wondering how many flowers and plants this snow may have kissed goodbye. I guess we will find out next month (maybe). 😀
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The last time it snowed on my daffodils, they came out of it fine. I’m hopeful…
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That icy kiss and good-bye. Well said.
Those daffodils were really up, too. Nothing like that here yet.
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They might still have a chance. I’ll hope for the best.
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Yes. It seems to me that last year we had daffodils and then snow, and everything was OK.
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Uncertain situation for eager flowers. Might all work out Maggie…
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Thanks, I hope it does.
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An “an icy kiss of welcome” is a great combination of words. A possibly fatal greeting.
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Thank you. I’m hoping they’ll survive their icy kiss.
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I love the fine detail of the daffodils in the first stanza, Maggie, and felt a twinge of sadness in the second stanza – dashed hope.
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It’s funny… rained so much last night that there’s not even a trace of snow this morning.
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Oh I love this especially; “a caress of snow.” ❤️ Such exquisite writing! 🙂
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Thank you!
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Ah kindred souls are we in this prompt! That chilling kiss of winter after a few balmy days tempt the crocus and daffodils to peek through the still cold earth and then…..POW! Winter gives her last slam! Yep — I’ve often looked at those early crocus and hoped they’d have the staying power to last through winter’s surprise snow that was predicted to come. You’ve described reality here! 🙂
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Thank you. We had constant rain the past 24 hours, and now there’s not even a trace of snow. Fickle winter in the Pacific Northwest.
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Oh those early flowers…. such a fearful kiss of welcome and goodbye… but daffodils are hardy
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Yes, I’m sure they’ll make it through.
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Winter’s not too friendly, is he?
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He can be pretty cold sometimes 😉
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😅
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Nice line: “spring defied winter’s chilly winds.”
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Thank you.
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That’s some kiss. It ain’t over till it’s over. I enjoyed your take on the prompt.
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Thank you.
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