Sunlight sweeps across our yard in a glistening arc.
Adolescent trees sway rhythmically in a
Wind so tamed from the wrath I feared in
March that I smile with relief at the trees’ gentle dance.
But wait; there’s more:
The goldfinches visit en masse,
Their feathers startlingly brighter, richer—
Another paean to the lengthening stretch of sunlight…
Or a visual call to their duller mates in behalf of the next generation.
Treasure upon treasure, the daffodils beyond the feeder
Seem to hold their places day after day,
Still upright, intact, though weeks have passed
Since they burst into bloom.
Is it my imagination, playing with time
After the isolation enforced by Covid and oddly enjoyed?
This view is such a small slice of wonder in a trembling world—
I devour it, returning again and again.
My heart heavy with news, I find unalloyed joy
in more golden goldfinches and more
resilient daffodils.
–Annie
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Thank you very much, Linn! And I’m so pleased you’ve joined me at annieasksyou. Please forgive this belated welcome.
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Lovely. I needed to hear about that slice of wonder. Susie
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Thanks so much, Susie. I needed to see it, and I’m so glad it resonated with you.
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Very nice. It’s good to remember the hopeful, resilient side of life.
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Thanks so much, Denise! Hope especially seems to spring eternal in the spring.
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The cyclical or near-cyclical processes of Nature are fascinating and amazing. On with the show!
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Yup! Nature’s showing off gets my vote every year, Neil. I love living where the seasons change.
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Lovely Annie! We need reminders that Mother Nature is still wonderful to behold even in times of gloom and doom.
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Thank you, Joni! After railing about the March winds last month, I felt obliged to praise Mother Nature’s gentler side.
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Absolutely beautiful!
I stood for a little over 8 minutes last evening watching monarch butterflies feed on our dandelions as if I wasn’t even there. I worry about severe weather during this season, but there is also such joy! Thank you for writing this, and sharing it! 💖
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You’re most welcome, Ali. I got a kick out of imagining the monarch butterflies flitting among your dandelions—impervious to your presence. Thanks for sharing that image!
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Beautiful words, Annie. A trembling world indeed.
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Matthew—You know what I think of your writing, and as my steps into poetry are always tentative, I am most encouraged by your comment.
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beautiful reminder of beauty all around us — thank you, Annie ❤
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You are very kind, da-AL. So glad you enjoyed it. Cheers!
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Nature is such a magical gift of solace. Your poem captures that beautifully Annie.
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I like that “magical gift of solace,” Carol, and I strongly agree. Thanks very much for your kind words.
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