Enjoying the chilly beauty of Nordic spring, not least the wakening flowers.
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Daffodil
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Resurrected gold in dark, dormant earth,
lifting cheerful heads to tattered boughs,
dancing joyfully in springtime’s chilling breeze,
shines her sunshine hopes on pale grey days.
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Thank you, Ylva, glad you liked the poem.
Yes, so well captured. Bringing hope, joy and brightness into souls that have been frozen for months