The daffodils are gone now with the spring,
yet the robin cheers me with his song.
Though new buds form and birds take wing,
the daffodils are gone now with the spring.
Who knows of time, what will it bring?
Our lives soon end, we’re not here long.
The daffodils are gone now with the spring,
yet the robin cheers me with his song.
NaPoWriMo, Day 8. Today’s prompt: flowers. I wrote a triolet.
I love this. It sounds like a ballad to me, medieval. Wistful. Elegaic? Just great.
Oh my! Thanks so much, Claudia!
I can hear his soulful song thank you Merril. So lovely –
Thank you so much, Susan!
Meant to say cheerful chirp instead of soulful re the robin … I was feeling for the daffodil – got a bit mixed up there ..
Well, now you’ve covered it all. 🙂
It does have a touch of melancholy. Flowers bloom for so short a time…well said. Birds are such good symbols. (K)
Thank you, K!
Who knows of time, what it till bring? An important reminder.
And one of the bennies of living so far north, Merril: I have still my daffodils ahead of me. 🙂
Please forgive my literal take.
Woody and I usually share a Mary Oliver poem each morning. Methinks I’ll introduce him to my new friend, the poet Merril D Smith.
J
Oh, that’s so sweet. Thank you, Janet!
Thank you, Janet. That is so kind!
Beautiful!
Thank you, Janice!
I see here the hope of ever-cycling seasons–something to look forward to in summer with Robin’s song, and the daffodils again next spring. So nicely reinforced by the triolet form. 🙂
Thank you, Jennifer! 🙂