Sunday, March 5, 2023


A few days of warm sunshine, and everything is unfolding from a winter's sleep.

Fingers crossed Mother Nature is not playing a joke.

Were I to live a thousand years,
 I still would know that flaming thrill,
That rush of joy when first appears
 —the golden daffodil.

A thousand times my heart would sing
When purple irises unfold;
Or when forsythia's branches bring
Their dazzling showers of gold.

I could not see an almond tree
With branches all a rosy glow
But that a tide of ecstasy
Would through my being flow

Were I to see, a thousand times,
Blue scilla bells amid green grass,
I know I'd hear their fairy chimes
As I would pass.

Were I to live a thousand years
I'd never watch the nesting birds
Except through eyes bedimmed with tears,
My tongue bereft of words.

Were I to weave ten thousand lays,
Knew I a thousand songs to sing,
I still would lack the power to praise
—the miracle of Spring.

Silver Lining ~Wilhelmina Sitch 1888



Lisa Loch said...

Lovely poem. Thank you for sharing.

L. D. said...

I will be anxious for our trees to bloom. We will be a month behind you so I will enjoy yours first.

Megan said...

Thank you for this, it's just exactly how I feel about Spring! I should say that I live in Wales, the country of the daffodil and at the moment we are surrounded by them in Llandudno, very appropriate for St David's day on March 1st.

DJan said...

So very beautiful! And a wonderful poem.

Anne M Robinson said...

What a beautiful reminder of Spring. I wonder if it will ever arrive here in Colorado. SNow and cold and cold and snow. But today we have a some sun shining. A nice blessing. I really love poetry and loved this poem. Thank you for sharing. Have a great week.

Winifred said...

That is so beautiful. Thank you for sharing it.