I know how the flowers felt

“The rain to the wind said,
You push and I'll pelt.'
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged--though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.”
― Robert Frost

I've had times in my life that this poem suited me so well that the words would ring in my head, day after day.
Towards the end of this day, as I picked my grandson up at preschool and we raced through the garden to the parking lot above, I stopped to look at these daffodils and take a photo. We've always joked, they are the family flower...the Daffy-Dills. What I have learned to realize is the flowers are not dead. They manage to rise again to another day and recognize that this too shall pass.

APRIL 15, 2010 Winter’s Appearance Failed This Year

In honor of tax day, Robert has given the prompt to write a poem about a deadline. Somewhat inspired by the mild NW winter and early spring, I leave the interpretation up to the reader. “Winter’s Appearance Failed This Year” is written in iambic tetrameter in homage to Frost.






Winter’s Appearance Failed This Year

Winter’s appearance failed this year.
Before we knew it, spring was here.
Most of us were caught by surprise,
Deadlines for planting weren’t clear.

We’ll be plagued this summer by flies
Whose larvae we can theorize
Survive as malevolence can
When wearing seasonal disguise.

I think of a child lost to man,
Believes he’s done all that he can,
But loses what he holds most dear,
Circles back to where he began.

He puts the seed, he sheds a tear,
Will not give in, will feign good cheer,
And resurrect his hope sincere,
And resurrect his hope sincere.