Spring: you daffodilly splendor,
with sun that bloom me tender
from soil sprout seedlings slender
dance barefoot till September.
Frank Hosts dVerse with a form called Tanaga, 4 lines with seven syllables and flexible rhymes at the end. Join us soon.
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March 29, 2018
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
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“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
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Björn Rudbergs writings 
Lovely poem, Björn. “Daffodilly splendor” made me smile. And the rhyming was well done in this piece.
I adore the spring imagery you conjure in this poem.
Dance barefoot made me think of the women in Botticelli’s “Primavera” painting.
Such delight! Daffodilly may be my new favorite word.
This made me smile!
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Nice. I like that dancing till September.
Daffodilly splendor – I feel like dancing along, smiles ~
You capture the mad spirit of spring.
The daffodil photo from Lill’s prompt has come in useful again! I love the phrase ‘bloom me tender’ – like a springtime Elvis dancing ‘barefoot till September’!
“dafodilly splendour” – I love the phrase!
A lighthearted romp through the daffodils. Now that’s a great tanaga, and Tuesday’s flowers are still fresh
I almost wrote one about daffodils–ours are just starting to bloom. I love “daffodilly splendor.” That describes spring perfectly.
I love this joyful lighthearted poem.
Is the photo yours as well, Bjorn?
“daffodilly splendor” This is what Spring is … at least where daffodils flourish. The sentiment works where I am. Thanks, Björn!
Love the rhythm of this!
Such a sunny poem. Makes me smile
They dance barefoot tills September… But they get their noses nipped with chill when they first poke through!
Dwight
Sweet and joyous.
Daffodilly splendor is splendid!
I was tempted to pull out my thermals again this morning. The temps really dropped back into winter numbers overnight.
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A perfect time to recognize the beautiful dance of life.
A dilly of a poem and extra points for those clever end rhymes!
A beautiful ode to Spring 🙂
Well, I’ll be bloomed, you do have a way with words. Kinda wished you hadn’t gone into September though. I just want to enjoy the daffodils spring.
kaykuala
dance barefoot till September.
That is how long one can give due appreciation to the wonders of nature and the environment still thinking well of spring. Yes, why not!
Hank
How wonderful, but spring seems to be hiding in winter’s skirts still here. No barefoot, still in woolly socks and wellington boots.
Lovely alliteration.Especially like daffodills as adjectives. 😊
Tanaga on, Bjorn! Love this one 🙂
Elegantly rendered, Bjorn!
I like the image daffodilly splendor brings tp mind and how it intricately rhymes with “till September”.