Poem -
Daffodils
Acrostic for spring
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Dainty yellow brights
amongst grassy glades.Ā
Frost sharply ignitesĀ
fertility still plays
Ombre in sun's light,
delectable warm rays.
Image with insight,Ā
lessons always remain.
Serenity takes flight.
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Beautiful poetry lorna.Ā
Thanks for dropping in, I appreciate it :)Ā
A beautiful image here you have captured the magic indeed of the beautiful daffodil and of spring. š
Thanks, that is very kind of you to say
lorna x
I just love the brightness that flowers brings.
Like your heartfelt poem.
Thank you for sharing.
Thanks Willford
I'm so glad you enjoyed this one :)Ā
Lorna x
Thanks BS
hope you areĀ well
Im happy you dropped by
lorna x
You are most welcome.Ā
This really does convey a sense of spring Lorna and of rebirth. Lovely choice of words. Me...I am a winter person and could live forever with snow and log fires but it's always nice to see those optimistic yellow heads poking through. Very lovely write x
Hello Marion, I quite like the spring my favourite has always been the Autumn and the gorgeous rusty colours, but the daffodils are blooming so I had a little inspiration āØļøĀ
thanks for your lovely comment x
You just nailed them little yellow beauties Lorna x
Well Lorna how did I miss this one and its title.
Shame on me! Bad Welsh puppy!
Ā A deftly and daintily done acrostic and one about daffodils and colour in peek a boo light bestowed in the season of Spring.
My favourite season in nature for new life and rebirth.
And there is this acrostic you may enjoy and a darned good one about Summer Time by William Wilson...
Sun shines on your skin and mine
Until it sets way after nine.
Memories made with a cold drink in hand.
Moments to cherish with feet in the sand.
Everyone laughing, smiles on every face.
Remember the moments, those were the days.
Turn up the music, sing it out loud.
Indigo skies, no sign of a cloud.
Mutter the words that no one will know.
Everlasting memories; where does time go?
Hope you enjoy it and thanks Lorna for a sharing what you do and do so effortlessly well, a touch of poetry class.
See you tomorrow bonny lassš
Nos da ac yn Ć“l i ddarllen mwy yfory, yn y cyfamser gobeithio bod popeth yn iawn gyda chi a'r teulu a breuddwydion melys i bawb.
Shaun xx
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Haha..I should have thought of you and all your Welsh-isties when I wrote this one ...and yes you should have sensed those daffodils hahaha
it's like this geordie lass can sense a bottle of brun ale opening from afarĀ š¤£Ā
back at you by the way...I hope all is good with you and yoursĀ
I've never actually read William Wilson
but I absolutely love that poem, it feels like those fantastic summer evenings with friends
thanks for putting it in here
nos da
bonny lad
love
lorna xx
Lorna my Welsh spidey sense and Jedi mind powers were sadly run down that day.š¤£Ā
It's never easy fighting constant crime and the scum of the universe building planet destroying Death Star's and up to all sorts of no good.
Those loonytunes will never learn!
And that's the truth of the matter.
And I do believe you about sensing a bottle of brown (brun) ale opening from afar!š
Absolutely and whey aye man!
And could murder a drink right now and if you fancy one yourself I'm buying and while I'm at it. put on your dancing shoes and we'll paint the town red!!
Glad you enjoyed said poem for it's a good un and you are right aboutĀ looking forward to those balmy summer evenings with good friends (especially in a pub garden with lashings of brown ale around)!!!
See you at the next Alcoholics Anonymous meeting.
You could be my sponsor, but being Welsh I'll be too blind drunk to know.
Hope all is fine and dandy with you bonny lass and family too.
And thank you again for writing a memorable good, good spring dafs' poem and you never cease to disappoint in whatever you write :)
Nos da gifted bonny lass,
Shaun xx