Pages tagged with Daffodils

The sun came out today, and the wind has dropped. Do we dare to hope that Spring has come? Read on to find out more
As the "Heiros Gamos" short-story flatters to be a novel in disguise, I rest my weary mind and eyes, taking refuge from that deluge or delusion in a poem.
Gardening can be rewarding, heartwarming and sometimes frustrating... All at the same time! Come read about and see what grows for me, as well as despite me!
Annually at Christmas my Church has a Concert Evening where music, poetry, sketches etc are performed, this is a Poem that I wrote for them.
This is such a beautiful time of year when the Forsythia bush explodes into glorious colour , brightening the dullest day ..... along with other beautiful reminders of Springtime.
Now us Brits can be a funny lot, but when Spring has sprung and birds are all a-tweeting..we like nothing more than going for a ramble..unless it's minus 5 outside..! A tongue in cheek rant by Songbird B..
Anthelme Brillat-Savarin wrote, in Physiologie du Gout, ou Meditations de Gastronomie Transcendante, "You are what you eat" in other words, "Eat healthy and Be healthy" This page illustrates that you don't have to spend a fortune to eat healthy.
The state of innocence lies within animals, plants and all in the kingdom of Mother Nature. Childlike is its quality..pure in every where are you when it comes to innocence...check it out...
This is the first three chapters of the novel I am writing "Meet me by the Daffodils." It is very important to me and so I wish to get some feedback on it. Please let me know your thoughts. Be kind x
The Daffodil is an old English flowers that grows everywhere. I does not care about cold winds and frosty days.
Two Triolets in one, Iambic tetrameter, French style. L4 is not the same as L1, intentionally.
An alley full of slums and dirt are transformed by a simple little flower.
In a dirty alley a row of hovels stand together as an eyesore. A simple flower can change the whole scene.
This is a short extract of the novel I am writing at the moment. Wanted to see what you all think about it? Comments would be appreciated.
Two poems of Spring's gift - the wondrous joy of daffodils!
A poem about a wonderfully warm day in March! I hope you can get out today and enjoy this lovely day!
I saw some daffodis on the way to work this morning. A true hint of an early spring. It's only February but there they were - blooming along the road.
A poem about coming home from work and seeing the daffodils coming up along a country road. A sure sign of spring!
A poem about my lovely daffodils outside my front door. A wonderful sight!
Those first blasts of flower color in the spring are much anticipated after a long, bleak winter. Keep those spring flowering bulbs and flowering shrubs healthy, thriving and coming back brilliantly for many springs to come with these care tips.
All of us have read several poems I am sure. When the poems are narrated with lively gestures and descriptions they stay in our minds for ever. I would like to share my memories of my teacher narrating the favourite poem "Daffodils"
We have an Easter Heatwave in England, and I am enjoying it, along with everyone else.
It's a time of holiday and celebration, because our Lord died to save our sins.
An account of what is happening at Attadale gardens this week
Already, it would seem that could be better and easier - the flowers as good children of the same mother - there will always be together and will always be obedient... But no! Even in this elementary questions, turn out, there are some difficulties...
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