Oh, cruel fellow!
You blow in with your sunny charms
melting hearts in your wake
they've all fallen for your wiles
secure in the warmth of your watchful eye
all they see is hope
Me? I'm cynical
I've seen your kind before
you cast your spell and they believe
until you turn tail and run
just like a swindling tent-revival preacher
But this time you stayed so long, seemed so sincere,
you lured even me into your lair
ready, yearning even, for your promises
I packed away my old grievances
like heavy raiments I'd held onto for too long
I should have known better
I know you all too well
sure enough just like always
you made those innocents fall for you
and in a flash you snapped
Late one night when they were
fast asleep you did your deed
just as I always knew you would
broke their slender little necks
every one
So unsuspecting
their bright trusting faces
full of aspirations lifted to the sky
just waiting for the rebirth spring brings
poor trusting daffodils
Oh, March, how could you?
Sunny DaffodilsDroopy daffies after a five degree March night two weeks ago.
Carole,
I can certainly relate to your frustration with the slow approach of Spring and the mean spiritedness of Winter! Our daffodils bounced back but not a full show of beauties. Next year, right? Thanks for sharing!!
Your welcome, Amy. Two 5 degree nights in a row followed now by another several more below freezing temps pretty much did ours in, except for the few up in the woods–protected by the canopy, I guess. Second year in a row.
The certainly are pretty in the top photo though!
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Thanks. Afraid we’re going to miss that this year–2nd year in a row, thanks to March!
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Carole,
I can certainly relate to your frustration with the slow approach of Spring and the mean spiritedness of Winter! Our daffodils bounced back but not a full show of beauties. Next year, right? Thanks for sharing!!
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Your welcome, Amy. Two 5 degree nights in a row followed now by another several more below freezing temps pretty much did ours in, except for the few up in the woods–protected by the canopy, I guess. Second year in a row.
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