Daffodils Came to Call by Mary Lou Meyers

I saw my first daffodils over the week-end when my friend Marilyn and I went for our first walk in months. It was so warm I did not need my coat! However, I did not take my camera because I wasn’t prepared to see any flowers.

A few days earlier, my classmate and “poet-in-residence,” Mary Lou Meyers, sent me a poem about daffodils. I looked through my pictures of the recent Philadelphia Flower Show and found one picture of daffodils, pictured here. The theme was Holland: Flowering the World and there were thousands of tulips, but I did find some daffodils.

So here is Mary Lou’s poem and my “indoor” daffodils. Once Spring has finally blossomed, I can take outdoor photos of all the flowers.  Thanx, Mary Lou!

 

Daffodils Came to Call

by Mary Lou Meyers

I yearned for something bright

to cover the unsightly landscape

plagued with the blight of a winter

which never came with its heaping dose of snow

like slow growing manure awakening the roots

to the incipient stirrings of Spring

which had only a tentative hold

now in the cold

and forgot how to sing out

in this unnatural calendar

with so many doubts.

Until the outlandish creek came to call,

both thief and peddler

leaving deposits of leaves;

beneath were bulbs unseen by human eyes

until a bright yellow loving cup dotted the landscape

which defied the carefully planted blossoms

which rose up and died in the ripping cold.

P.S. This is probably my last posting for March. I totally forgot March was Women’s History Month, so I apologize. I recently received a solicitation from the women’s museum-in-the works in Washington, D.C., so I may post something about that on the 31st.