To search the winter lean and long, for early signs of coming spring, on snow sprayed fields now all aglow, on every little whispered wing,
Tis hardest in this icy air, alone with frozen thought, to seek the thaw you asked of me, when love was freely taught,
In buds of red I wish to hold, and not my stubborn, warming glow, your spring awaits with daffodil, beneath the wet and melted snow,
I await you dear with frozen breath eternally I wait for thee tis I that seek your stubborn glow your warmth is what will set me free
I take your mind to yesteryear when spring came easy then to take us back to times we know to love your way back home again
In simple terms a simple love I beckon from my frozen hill to bring you back here in the spring and not against your needed will
I wait for you I wait for thee *my Sunny Springtime Daffodil
Hi poets! This is a wonderful opportunity at a collaboration with someone who I respect greatly wonderful poet friend David Hewitt! ❤ I asked and he started, this is about many things- the willingness to change, the acceptance of waiting, and what it might bring come spring, waiting for love and longing and light, and being patient in the wait...rebirth & a new hopeful sunny year. This poem is everything.. it's hard to explain it made me cry literally. I guess I contacted David for a very good reason! Part of it is this place and the beauty from wherever he comes from and I really truly appreciate David allowing me to have almost creative license with it finishing even though he heard it from the inception. Anyway I hope you are all blessed with beautiful things coming this time in Spring and it brings you close back to home again. I hope you have a wonderful year my poet friends. And I hope you love it as much as we do - many many thanks! ❤❤❤ Cherie and David!