We Are

We Are

A Poem by Chris Shaw

Beneath this frozen ground we wait
protected from the iron fist
of winter as her cover slips,
to freeze your garden, spread sharp frost
on wayward leaves now crunchy crisp.

Wild winds whip up and sun has lost
her welcome warmth, so pale her face,
no trace of robust, rosy glow.
Predicted soon are falls of snow
and ice will cling on country roads.

Our time clock ticks yet we must rest
in silent sleep, bear out the chill
until we push our waking green
through stubborn earth. And then the thrill
in early spring, we'll bring to you,
we'll dance for you in thickened clumps.
We are your promised daffodils.

© 2019 Chris Shaw


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Today Chris i noticed my miniature daffies all have yellow buds just waiting to burst open, they have been peeking through for a while but now i can see the yellow from my window..
A lovely poem to describe how hardy plants are, even delicate ones somehow manage that long cold sleep of hibernation, nature is fascinating how she recovers and re-biths herself..

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

I just love spring Stella. I also have tiny daffodils growing on my deck table in pots. They have ye.. read more
Stella Armour

5 Years Ago

So many joys in the garden, now i can see properly i also see the yellow primroses are smiling from .. read more



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This is poetry dear Chris. I had to read a few times. The wonder of nature. New life, new flowers in the Spring. Thank you dear Chris for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Many thank yous Coyote, especially for reading more than once. Pleased you enjoyed the read.
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Coyote Poetry

5 Years Ago

You are welcome dear Chris.
Aww, lovely write Chris, of what is just around the corner, but feels like an eternity away, as we grumble and moan, stomping around with our heads down because nature, for the millionth time, has forgotten to get that bloody thermostat fixed and leaving us all wondering if she is trying to freeze-dry people.
On the plus side though, at least we're not the poor frozen worm :)

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Frozen in Amber how positively poetic Lorry. Makes dying seem enriching :)
Lorry

5 Years Ago

Plus, a fun and frightening halloween addition to scare the neighbourhood kids with :)
Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Ha ha your wicked sense of humour is top notch this morning. Have a great day :)
"And then the thrill in early spring, we'll bring to you, we'll dance for you in thickened clumps. We are your promised daffodils." Oh yes...the beautiful daffodils and tulips...th first to bloom in my garden and what a welcomed sight they are. I love your poem my dear. ~Sharon

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

So pleased you enjoyed my words Sharon. Your visit most appreciated. Thank you.

Chris
this is beautiful, would make a lovely St. David's day poem.
I love your easy way of finding a rhyme that flows smoothly and wonderfully

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thanks for your continued encouragement Ana. It means a great deal.

Chris
love the personification and imagery in this ode to spring and the seeds that long to come up when the time is ripe..and i am also reminded of Lionel Richie here...and the seeds singing background as the Commodores...."we are the sun, we are the rain"---
it is really getting old here...the grey days.
j.

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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Like your reference here to Lionel Ritchie, Jacob. He has a great voice. Looking forward to less gre.. read more
If I were to take this personally I would say it is rubbing it in.
Our Daffodils had appeared and then an uncharastically cold spell arrived with snow and freezing weather and the the daffies have suffered badly as did our long gone cherry blossoms.

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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Sorry Dave, what a pity. We get that here sometimes too. Winter can be cruel. It has a habit of maki.. read more
How lovely and very clever!

Ps - Daffodils do bloom in January in Cornwall.

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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Yes the further west you go, the warmer the climes. We have relatives in Devon and spring always see.. read more
Today Chris i noticed my miniature daffies all have yellow buds just waiting to burst open, they have been peeking through for a while but now i can see the yellow from my window..
A lovely poem to describe how hardy plants are, even delicate ones somehow manage that long cold sleep of hibernation, nature is fascinating how she recovers and re-biths herself..

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

I just love spring Stella. I also have tiny daffodils growing on my deck table in pots. They have ye.. read more
Stella Armour

5 Years Ago

So many joys in the garden, now i can see properly i also see the yellow primroses are smiling from .. read more
A very descriptive piece written in the voice of an organic subject which works well. Flowing with good rhyming and structure.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you John for your very positive review. Much appreciated.

Chris

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Albert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..

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