I cast my faith on daffodils –
on the steadfastness of green
and promises of gold
I can believe in the movements
of worms, shaking up earth
beyond visible proof
I accept the testimony of buds
before their exhalations –
modest currency of Spring
I can discern a mystery in dirt
and a truth rests in my spine –
that some bright morning
the burgeoning will arrive
© Sarah Whiteley
My newest chapbook Wandering Wonderful is now available for pre-order from Finishing Line Press.
Beautiful piece, Sarah. I love the imagery, and I think the jury is in – daffodils and spring shall be victorious. (Can’t wait – my bulbs are coming up! 🙂💗)
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I see signs of spring everywhere now that we’re losing this snow finally. Can’t wait for the bloom! ❤
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Me too! 🌷
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Spring is indeed in the air. I like you angle from which you come at it. 🙂
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I can almost smell it!
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That first “you” should of course have been a “the”. It seems my attention was off for a walk in the park while I was commenting. 😳
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Beautiful, love that last verse with the mystery in the dirt and the truth in the spine.
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