I know exactly what you mean by a dry winter, with "daffodil muses"
I particularly enjoyed the second half of this poem with the "hungry honeybee", because the connection you make with it is deep. You just wait and wait because you know something will happen, but you can't speed up time. Very, very superb writing!
I got an ethereal rush when I reread this. So many human instincts are ignored. We need only to take the time to look, really look, at Nature, to become right once more...
Thanks for this journey.
The march wind brings a peaceful serenity to nature, over the daffodils that are buried and waiting... and silent clocks.. ~Beautiful imagery... A Clever write!
you capture the 'inbetween' the brief moment when winter gives way to spring. your poetry has all the delicacy of a flower pressed between the pages of a book with a wonderful sensitivity to nature. stunning!
I am a man , I breathe nature , I listen to the stars , I speak dream , music is my life blood , my words pour from my heart . I observe , my hands express .
Feel my words , look as deeply into yo.. more..