The Daffodils Don’t Know
The daffodils don’t know
And they don’t seem to care.
They’re dancing in the fields
And smiling at the sunshine.
Seemingly oblivious
To hurt and pain and fear
Or are they?
Maybe they are doing their best
To help the situation
By dancing, smiling. Laughing
With the joy of being alive
So as to teach delight to us
As worries and frustrations
Pile up at our front doors.
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About dmdubay
Since retiring from Northwest Airlines and moving to the Pacific Northwest, I have more time to devote to writing. My first novel, "Tales of Two Sisters" was published over a year ago. I have been writing poetry for a long time and am attempting to collate my poetry into a short book, with pictures. A sequel to "Tales of Two Sisters" should be getting closer to completion soon.
Gardening and tending the vineyard take a lot of time in the summer. Even though I love the outdoors, these activities do cut down on my writing. So I appreciate that wintertime allows me time to write. Writing, for me, is what brings things into focus and helps me to make sense of the things that life brings. It is a gift to me and I hope that it will be to you also.
Simple truth, love, hope and joy. Many thanks dear friend for once again directing one’s soul ❤️
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