Day Eleven of NaPoWriMo.*
Today’s prompt:
“write a poem in which one or more flowers take on specific meanings. “
And so:
Harbinger
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!
What Rhymes with Stanza? 
This is so beautiful. May we all be daffodils.
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Thank you. Yes, we all need resilience. Stay safe.
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Welcome Maggie. You too!
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They were so many, so pretty, and lasted so long this year.
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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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