The Daffodils Dispatch

Nature's quarrelsome sisters

 Autumn’s garment is colored bright. Taffeta rustling on a breezy night. Her flowing gown is not second hand, but Summer's green remastered by Mother Nature's hands. Her layers are slowly stripped away by the dance of the seven veils, and by the Harvest Moon, her beauty is unveiled. The last ascot of russet red crumbles upon the soil. Thus closing this years act with the final Canadian passing South, and as if you could reverse the blooming of a rose, Autumn's splendor is bowed low. 

Winter, she is the twisted sister, singing to a 4/4 count, and with her heavy tempo a blue northern is set out, and just that quick our Indian Summer is stamped out.

The baton now passed Winter strums a wicked riff, smoke on the water, wails as she tests her rim.  Humans bundle in scarf and coat, while she is dressed down for the next several months. Her slender frame is on display. As the little birds mill together wishing for Spring. Winter’s tiny token is the evergreen, and beneath its foliage, they find a small reprieve. 

When longer days first appear a glimmer of hope fills the air, with more Sun to shine the ground doth warm, and wild onions are the first to come. The flora kingdom, is in a race. The renewing of life is never second rate. Daffodils’ break thru the frozen ground to recite a message so profound, “Winter our queen you need your rest, and we’re almost done with Spring’s new dress.”

Winter, such a willful beast, kicks up a fuss with a snowy scream, with tender growth deftly tethered, her chilling laughter rings so bitter, but tender buds drink up the ice, and timid Spring, she steals a kiss, and the blushing Sun, he does the rest. Snow now gone the buds sprout flags, and morning light reveals Spring’s crest. For buds once tightly posed have come undone. Pinks and whites are on display. Spring is here in her Sunday best, just in time for the robins to nest. 

Pairing birds prepare to mate, even man see’s the change. Spawning fish find a stream and waking bears arise from their dreams. Spring has sprung there’s work to do. So plant your garden and sow your seed, enjoy these days gifted by sister Spring.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[barleygirl]

Amazing how you covered a year in this lyrical prose. My least favorite way of formatting a poem is when there are very short lines, one, two or three words only, so your eyes are feel jerky to move across the short jagged lines. I've never thought about going in the complete opposite direction, as you have done here & I love it. Now we aren't distracted by line breaks & whether this or that rhymes, should there be another syllable to balance the rhythm, etc. Here you apply all the poetic niceties without regard to fitting things within shortened lines. It feels so natural, I wonder why more people don't merge prose & poetry like this? Your lyrical writing is very fresh with imagery for all the senses (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Cherrie Palmer]

I do like the sound of lyrical stories. They have a good feel to them. Reminds me of a childhood bedtime story.

[emmajoy]

Such a wonderfully composed piece of writing. The wonder is the way you've displayed the words as prose yet start to finish is fine meter, specifically rhyming words. To do that takes great care and effort, I imagine but oh my! what a sublime result. The seasons vary so much and yes, so like us Humans sometimes bare of supposition, other times padded with induced weather conditions! Each and more conditions enjoyable, admirable, fascinating!

Must away, but first: many thank yous for such kind greetings elsewhere.. Hugs.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you, I did have fun with this as I visualized nature as sisters.
and...
your welcome us young girls have to stick together.

[emmajoy]

You're welcome, Cherrie, as always.
Don't you just love the word 'girls'!

You

[Cherrie Palmer]

now more than ever

[emmajoy]

Yessss! Although wanted to be forty for years!

[HB Rita]

Nature and the changing season consciously depicted in your poem! You took time to put thing together here, i can see. Brilliant Cherrie!

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Rita, I always smile when I read this because Winter kinda turned out sounding like Pat Benatar.

[Lea Sheryn]

This brings back memories of my childhood days and the first bloom of daffodils. As soon as they showed their soft yellow petals, we knew spring was here and summer eould soon follow. You're words bring it all back.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Sheryn, I really enjoyed writing this one.
Spoiler, I say that alot, but it's true.

[Lea Sheryn]

You're welcome.

[Robert Trakofler]

Cherrie.... timid Spring, she steals a kiss, and the blushing Sun, he does the rest. I love that line :) :)
I enjoyed the imagery of the dress in contrast to the seasons changes and the rhymes flowed very nicely lovely sketching in these stanzas

[Cherrie Palmer]

I liked the image of Spring being shy, and Winter more like a Young Pat Benatar.
:) Thank you

[HB Rita]

Beautiful description of nature how it change time to time! Poetic expression was very clear and well managed. Thank you for the writing dear ❤️ 100 rating for this.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Rita hello:)
I enjoyed writing this with the seasons being rivaling sisters. I'm glad you liked it too.

[HB Rita]

You put a lot effort i can see with wirds and variations and let me tell you, you did a brilliant jov. I had to read your piece 3 times to get in to it. While reading, i was inhalling the smell of the greens...... love it.

[HB Rita]

I read it again

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Cherrie your lovely lines are filled with beautiful poetic expression. This was a real delight to read. Wonderfully done. All good wishes

Chris

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Chris
I'm afraid this poem is going to be like women's hair, with one more thing to change.
Everytime I read it I swap out a word.

[Chris Shaw]

I know the feeling. Mess with my hair all the time. :))

[Mrudula Rani]

Autumn to spring you have described the changes of nature in a splendid manner, I felt the fibers of the change of garments of the seasons, every inch with delight. Breathtakingly beautiful writing.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I had fun writing it. Normally I write pretty quickly but I spent a little time fussing over words on this one.

[Mrudula Rani]

It's wonderful and worth the effort.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you I appreciate you taking time to read my stuff and care you give in review

[Mrudula Rani]

It's always my pleasure.

[Neville]

A well worded and wonderful write indeed.. wespect my fwend wespect.. N:)

[Cherrie Palmer]

:) Thank you Neville

[Neville]

:) My pleasure... N

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Cherrie... you are a poet by no means, queen of the heart...
as thoughts like tulips in Spring dance in the wind. Beautiful poem
of the Seasons. truly, Pat

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank Patrica, but I must admit Winter came off sounding a lot like Pat Benatar. LOL My worry is its too wordy.

[Patricia Wedel]

You are gifted with feelings ... as ever, Pat