First Daffodil ~ April Poetry

I can hear the birds in the
trees

chirping and singing,
while
the birds can hear me
in
my house moving around
and
as I step out on the porch.
Are
the birds as happy to hear me
As
I am to hear them?
The sun light shines through
the window
Casting golden warmth on the
fireplace.
I look toward the sun
through the window
To see her slipping down in
the day.
What
does the sun see when she
Sees
me looking at her?
Can
she know how warm her light is?
Petting the cat as he sits
on the warm sidewalk
The fur beneath my touch is
thick and comforting.
His purr gives me a sense of
comfort and love.
What
does the cat think and feel when I touch that fur?
Do
I purr back at him?
As
he brushes against me
What
does my skin, what do my hands bring to
His
sense of who I am?
The windows on the house are
open
And the spring air fills the
house,
Bringing a freshness I have
longed for since autumn.
Has
the air been waiting to enter this space
So
that it can lift the dust
And
chase away the winter?
The first daffodil broke
open today,
A brilliant flash of yellow
perfection
Celebrating the arrival of
this new season.
She came up through the dirt
After sleeping all winter
beneath a mountain of snow.
Does
she see the look of surprise and wonder
On
our faces as we gaze at her?
Does
she feel how welcomed, how anticipated she has been?
Deborah L. Tisch, 4-12-14
First daffodil in my yard
 ~ On the 12th day of a month of writing poetry ~

3 Comments

  1. Our daffodils are wide open today – isn't it amazing how that happens – closed buds one day and then a bursting forth of their bright and sunny yellow. A beautiful ode to that connection between ourselves and the surrounding world.

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