Wild daffodils of field and meadow*

Gold cherry
Poem of the week

By Rhiannonw

Fri, 22 Mar 2019
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23 comments
 

Wood’s canopy still bare,
delicate wild daffodils scattered across
the dead leaf-litter floor
with splashes of bright snow-white
wood anemones, windflowers;

and a field crammed
with golden, dazzling clumps,
and patient ewes with shaky, sprightly,
stick-legged, knobbly-kneed lambs dancing
exploring and urgently feeding in the midst.

* south of Dymock, north Gloucestershire, 21/3/19

 

Certificate U
Poem
Countryside explorations
Nature

Comments

Submitted by Di_Hard on

wow, this is lovely! Particularly like your description of daffoldils as "golden, dazzling clumps" and the new lambs "dancing, exploring and urgently feeding"

It is wonderfully full of life all through

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you, Di. We'd never seen daffodils growing wildly profusely until we visited this area a couple of years ago, and got back this year. Less than an hour's drive down there, but each area has its different flora that flourishes. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

A beautiful poem, especially apt for last week's Spring Equinox, capturing the colours and promise of the new season.  And so it's our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day!  Please do share/retweet if you enjoy it too.

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Oh, thank you! That was such a lovely experience and so glad to be able to capture and record it, and that others enjoy it too! I'm thinking I should have entitled it 'Wild daffodils of wood and meadow' but don't want to change it for now, or it messes up the links! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Beautiful Rhiannon. The description of young lambs is dancing with their knobbly knees is perfect and spring wouldn't be spring without daffodils. They look so natural growing in the field in your photos, in contrast to my local council which have planted them on the roadside all in perfect lines like soldiers.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you so much, Jane. Glad you enjoyed this. Good that the council do plant them, but it is lovely to see them so profuse in the wild. Maybe someone needs to suggest to the council to have some more natural arrangements at least in some places! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Blissful!

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Glad you so enjoyed! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

This is our poem of the week - well done!

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you, I hope it gives some of the pleasure that visit gave to us! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by forest_for_ever on

I particularly loved the 'dead leaf litter floor' line.  Only trouble is it made me refocus on a similar scene in my back gardensmiley

A well deserved Poem of the Week and beatifully written.  I can feel your joy at the scene when I read the poem.

Graham

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

smiley Thank you, Graham. I've been slowly realising the dead leaves floating around still that needed to go in the compost bin to rot down as on the wood floor!

Glad the joy came over. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Lovely!

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Oh, thank you, Elsie. Glad you enjoyed. Nice to hear from you and I hope your course and new residence are proving fine. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Thanks Rhiannon. I'll tell you the truth. I was too scared to do the course and I returned to Exmouth in October and I've been ill with depression. On the good side I have a roof over my head and friends who live near who care. I still look into Abc for a browse now and again.

Agree with Jenny Skinner this is a well deserved Poem of the Week.

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Elsie, so sorry to hear that! Try writing on here? You will get so much support, so many of us have been through this

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Elsie, like Di, I too am sorry for the difficulties and the depression. Glad you have friends, and hope you are finding ways to fill the time in some fulfilling way. Maybe it was better not to start the course and then get bogged down with it, but it must be frustrating when you had had hopes for it. Do keep in touch.

love and warm regards, Rhiannon

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

 So sorry to hear things are difficult at the moment, Elsie. We miss you on here. Keep browsing and do please let us see some more of your lovely work when you feel able. It's disheartening when you start something and then find you're not in the right place to complete it, but it happens, and it just wasn't the right thing for you at this particular time. Take care. xx

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rhiannon,

I can't believe I missed this beauty. You've summed up the start of Spring perfectly. What a pleasure it must have been to see those knobbly - kneed lambs dancing exploring and urgently feeding in the midst. I've never seen wild daffodils before and had no idea they grew wild.

Very glad it was made poem of the week, well deserved.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you so much, Jenny. Yes, it was a lovely sight. We hadn't seen wild daffodils like this until we moved to this area. There are certain parts of the country where they grow wild I gather and north gloucestershire seems to be one of them. It is a bit south of here, but they are great to see! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Such a grab you in its clutches poem. So sweet and full of vigour -- its beauty -- its proud place under the sun -- and I wanted to jump into the center of all the colours and press them tightly. Truly inspirational. ps. Years ago on a family holiday I took a picture of my wife standing before a field of a million daisies.  They stretched from your eyes to forever. Hugs, R, --Richard and Esther. 

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Lovely to hear your delight in it! Thank you, Richard and Esther, Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

 

Richard L. Provencher