Sonnet for Our Kentucky Daffodils
Even across greyed knolls of bluegrass pasture,
wild narcissus declare winter’s waning.
Thriving under forest canopy cover,
along winding roads, and what’s remaining.
Blooming early to meet springs revival,
strong, resilient, powerful, enduring,
from the Greek’s to Kentucky’s arrival
perennial myth of nymph emerging.
Over twenty-six thousand cultivars exist,
Fifty-six species, diverse elegance.
Amidst earthy loam and frosty lace kiss,
whispers from folklore and jonquil stem dance.
These gathered bouquet of fresh daffodil,
reminders of hope from hollers and hill.
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Lovely
thank you so very much.
This is wonderful. What a tribute!
Thank you so very much – These flowers say so much in such a cheerful way but mostly they say spring is here….
I really enjoyed this lovely and layered sonnet!
thank you – I tried to think of all the families and homes that once were along the roadsides that now have wild daffodils – who were these people.
your poem gathers so many specifics about the daffodil, love “earthy loam and frosty lace kiss”
thank you very much.
I love this, Dana!
Beautiful word choices, descriptions, information that flow a gentle word of presence, desire to conserve.
thank you my friend!