Day Eleven of NaPoWriMo.*

Today’s prompt:
“write a poem in which one or more flowers take on specific meanings. “

And so:


You push through winter-hardened earth;
herald of spring, though
late winter snow lingers.

A peek of green, soon a finger,
then – when next I think to look –
the golden trumpet atop a slender stem.

Whipped by feisty winds,
assailed by torrent rains,
flattened by a boisterous spring, and I

speculate that you lost your gamble
in being first to show. But
you rise again, regal as ever…

defiant, daring daffodil!


*National Poetry Writing Month, Day 11

About Maggie C

Stained glass artist, writer, respecter of life.
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5 Responses to Harbinger

  1. V.J. Knutson says:

    This is so beautiful. May we all be daffodils.

    Liked by 2 people

  2. peggyl1lemmergmailcom says:

    They were so many, so pretty, and lasted so long this year.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Maggie C says:

      I didn’t get too many this year. They might be getting crowded out by the St. John’s wort. I got more tulips this year, though. And one very eager California poppy so far.


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