Who Am I? A Spring Poem

This is a mystery poem I made up yesterday.  After each stanza, take a guess at what the poem is about, and see how your first guesses compare to your last guess.

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A roundish package, lily-white

Lies buried in the darkest night.

Above, a glowing warmth sends rays

Of light that dance and skip and play.

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A grayness gathers in the blue.

It bursts and pierces the air through

With drops of glass and noisy wind.

And then the gray is blue again.

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The silent package starts to shift,

It cracks it splits, it moves a bit.

From one end grows one tiny thread,

Then many race to stretch ahead.

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A new, green dagger thrusts itself

Above the dark, and looks about.

It sees, around it, other spears

That it must conquer, far or near.

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The dagger wages war for food

For light, for water, and land too.

It wins the battle, takes the floor

And earns what it was fighting for.

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And now, more daggers, soft and green

Poke up their heads around their queen.

The daggers grow as straight as boards

And lengthen out to narrow swords.

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A slender, green and stately pole

Emerges from a darkened hole.

The pole starts swelling at its tip,

And yellows as it grows a bit.

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The swelling end begins to split

And sunshine shows from deep within.

The sunshine spreads and spreads until

Sweet golden trumpets fill the hills.

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They trumpet loud their welcome song:

“Spring’s here at last! Cold Winter’s gone!

Warmth and light, new life is stirring,

Come one and all, come sing of Spring!”

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Did you figure out what the poem is about? I’ll give you a hint: it’s a certain kind of flower.  Wait for it…. Yep!  A daffodil!  I hope to see some daffodils soon!  Do you have any daffodils or other flowers blooming at your house?

***Allison***

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4 thoughts on “Who Am I? A Spring Poem

  1. Great poem, Allison! I remember all the daffodils that grow on the woodsy slopes at your cousins’ place. We have things growing indoors at our house. We have sprouted wheat in a container, it’s so fun to watch it grow by the hour! We will have to “mow” it soon and feed it to the bunnies!

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