Last Spring,
on a visit to my daughter,
there was, on her sideboard,
next to the photos of her children,
a vase of daffodils,
yellow in a ray of sunshine from the window,
trumpeting that spring was back again.
Green leaves complementing
the pale green dress she was wearing,
she sat, with her cat on her lap,
reading Wordsworth’s poem
about what he’d seen when,
as lonely as a cloud,
he'd wandered by the lake.
As we talked, we remembered
the friends she'd had during
her early life 'up-over', and realised
that, though it was Spring 'down-under',
they would be seeing the dead leaves
of their trees falling in anticipation of
winter’s forthcoming.
Author notes
The word yellow, for me, always reminds me of Wordsworth and his daffodils.
The seasons in the southern hemisphere are:
Spring - Sep, Oct, Nov
Summer - Dec, Jan, Feb
Autumn - Mar, Apr, May
Winter - Jun, Jul, Aug
A contest entry
- Yellow Yellow Yellow by Kiddy.
400 points, ended April 9, 16 entries
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Comments
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gentle an smooth. What a scene to recollect! Loved it.
Kiddy's score - 38/40
Dr. Veer's score - 37.7/40
Total - 75.7/80
All the best
Love
Kiddy -
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Kiddy
Thankyou for your complimentary comments, and for your applause.
Best wishes from 'down-under'.
Shenton
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You and I are alike in that yellow means daffodils and Wordsworth. Arrogantly we forget, us up-over, that we do not share the same seasons. You have yours all wrong lol. I like your poem very much, it is full of comforting family love and gentle memories, a charming poem that is a pleasure to read.
Sheila
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Sheila
Thankyou for your perceptive and very complimentary comments and for your very generous applause.
Best wishes from an ex-Brit 'down-under'.
Shenton
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