Daffodils bring the first welcome of springtime,
Yellow tones brighten that post-winter gloom.
Roses snuggle close to the heart of the matter,
Red buds and petals express a special message.
Bluebells seek sunlight within dark shady glades,
Mythological violet-blue trumpets heavily scented.
Poppy fields bring remembrance for those who fell,
Brave souls lost in the endless madness of warfare.
Wreaths entwined with the love felt in times of loss,
Sometimes words are scarcely enough as expression.
Balmy summer evenings walking in the meadowlands,
Buttercups with buttery enquiries underneath chins.
Cowslip and primrose cluster within clumps of clover,
Daisies play peek-a-boo with hours of erstwhile fun.
The elegance and the beauty decorates heath and dale,
Hedgerows of sweet honeysuckle and bramble ramble.
Dandelions were childhood offerings picked into posies,
Floral gifts so lovingly given and never considered weedy.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 27/05/2015
Poets United Mid-Week Motif: ‘Weeds/ Weediness.’