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Some say when
daffodils shoot up
spring is here.
It’s safe to put away
your boots and shovels.
Maybe somewhere
but not where I live.
I’ve seen daffodils
on Monday peeking
out of snow on Tuesday
giving me a wink as if to say
we fooled you, didn’t we.
And I say, yes, you did!
When it comes to Spring
I know it’s here when I see
what I saw this morning
long before the dawn.
The first moth
happy and delirious
dancing to calypso
all around the porch light
waiting for his friends to come
and shout hurrah for Spring
and Harry Belafonte.
© by Donal Mahoney.
Used with the author's permission.
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Donal Mahoney (1938 - 2017), the son of Irish immigrants, grew up in Chicago, Illinois. He later lived in St. Louis, Missouri. Donal spent the early ‘70s actively submitting poems to print journals and enjoyed some success. He then took a 35-year hiatus from poetry to work as an editor of prose at such lofty establishments as the Chicago Sun-Times, Loyola University Press, and Washington University in St. Louis. Upon retirement, Donal took to his recliner, and was perfectly happy reading and listening to Gregorian chant all day. After three years, however, his wife bought Donal a computer and showed him where the boxes of still-unpublished poems had been stored in the basement for many years. Thus Donal began actively submitting again in June 2008. See more of his work at http://booksonblog12.blogspot.com/.
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toni:
Just a delightful read.
Posted 03/19/2017 08:42 AM
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Jancan:
Good choice for the day--Thanks!
We spent most of SPRING BREAK under blankets with the heat turned up! (Mississippi)
Janice
Posted 03/18/2017 09:28 AM
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ed werstein:
Wonderful poem.
Posted 03/18/2017 08:21 AM
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Larry Schug:
Can't wait for that day! Well said.
Posted 03/18/2017 07:50 AM
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