Saturday, February 13, 2010

Leaving Work, Late Friday Afternoon



A week of clouds, gray mist and rain;
We haven't shaken winter's chill.
Then, by my car, a yellow thrill—
A single, cheerful, daffodil.

11 comments:

The Pollinatrix said...

That IS a thrill!

The only place I'm going to see one of those right now is at the grocery store.

Bonnie, Original Art Studio said...

Truly 'a yellow thrill'. Isn't it wonderful how a timely glimps of nature's glories can change the mood of a day? Love the water drops on the lone daffodil.

Jenny Stevning said...

LOVELY!

Dan Gurney said...

Ah, Polli, the daffodils--poor things--you see in the grocery stores aren't connected to their roots nor are they splashed with rain.

Dan Gurney said...

Bonnie, yes, exactly.

Stuck to the door of my metal kindergarten classroom door is a small white magnetic sign with a quotation that I think should be attributed to Cesare Pavese (but is not): "We don't remember days; we remember moments." It's important for me to notice those many gifts of grace and let them in.

steven said...

dan it's hard to imagine flowers growing outside but seeing the daffodil - a great soft sun in miniature, it's petalslike rays of hope on the expectant earth - well my heart warmed. steven

Dan Gurney said...

Daffodils are popping up everywhere. This one was about a meter from the worn right rear tire of my tired twelve year old van. A juxtaposition.

It warmed my heart, warmed yours, and now, warms mine again in resonance.

Thanks for commenting.

Delwyn said...

HI Dan

I loved your poem and love the picture too...how can you not love daffodils...

Happy days

jinksy said...

A Daffodil's scent is Spring personified. It's one of my most loved flowers - the other being a chrysanthemum, with its scent of Autumn.

Dan Gurney said...

Hi, Delwyn-- I'm glad you liked the poem. I have a poet friend with whom I have many interesting conversations about poetry. I learn a lot about it from him; he's quite an expert, especially on Asian poetry. Both he and I like rhyming poetry which puts us in something of a minority among poets these days. Anyway, I'm very glad it pleased you.

Dan Gurney said...

Jinksy, your remark reminds me of a little sign in my mother's garden (many years ago): "A weed is but an unloved flower."

I love all life. Flowers of all sorts are especially showy and interesting to look at. But who's surprised? It's the plants sexual organs we're gawking at. The flower that's the least showy but most interesting to people would have to be the grape, not because of its flower but because of its fruit, or I should say the wine made from it.

Gee, I'm rambling on here, aren't I?