A poetymology of spring

Spring is a time of “rebirth, rejuvenation, renewal, resurrection and regrowth” (to use Wikipedia’s words); people of faith associate the season with new beginnings, which are represented in celebrations ranging from Easter to Holi, and people of science associate it with new life, as fledgling flora and fauna start to emerge.

Personally, I associate spring with optimism. It’s when the grey clouds of winter start to lift, revealing brighter skies and the promise of lighter days ahead. I feel happier when there are more hours of daylight to enjoy and I can’t help but smile when I see daffodils start to bloom – they’re such cheerful flowers.

When I was about 10 or 11 years old, I wrote this poem about daffodils:

Daffodils poem

It’s one of very few childhood poems I wrote that doesn’t rhyme (I was really into rhyming back then!) and I particularly like the line about the “golden trumpet gazing at the sun”, which I think may have been inspired by a scene from Disney’s Alice in Wonderland when the flowers come to life and sing about The Golden Afternoon (skip to 1:38 for a visual):

I was probably staying at my nanna’s house when I wrote the poem; her garden was always full of daffodils in the spring, especially at the front of her house where the resplendent display could be seen from quite a distance. She was always proud of her flowers, which she had tended carefully when her health was better, and she would often ask me to cut a selection of the best ones to put in a vase somewhere she could enjoy them when she was too unwell to go outside.

Many things remind me of my nanna (which is probably why I write about her so often) but daffodils in the springtime evoke some of my happiest childhood memories of playing on her front lawn, surrounded by masses of yellow flowers. After she died in the winter, I remember hoping that the people who bought her house would take care of the daffodils when they bloomed again in the spring; I’d like to think that they did.

Here’s a little something I wrote about daffodils in the spring, which was inspired by the memories I’ve described in this post – I hope you enjoy it and that you’re looking forward to the season ahead.


Would you like to share what springtime means to you? Please feel free to do so in the comments.

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