Blossoms of Hope

I wrote this poem while taking a walk on our local rail trail, which amazed me since I spoke it into my phone. This is new for me. I usually hand write all my poetry. I'd been thinking about daffodils since I had recently painted Blossoms of Hope, pictured here. This stands in contrast to my other recent poem, "Exposed", which chronicles my grappling with the effects of the  corona virus. If you like poetry, you can read that one on my website @ 

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In Rebellion of the Pall

By Anita Estes

Hope dangles from a thin thread these days,

and brushes the pallet with tones of gray.

Nature speaks to hope and admonishes his sad gaze,

and turns her tinted palette to a brilliant haze.

As if in rebellion the daffodils spring

and cuts the rope of dreads thick string.

She breaks all boundaries and splashes her fellows

In triumphant gold and divine yellow.

New Birth laughs at the darkening clouds

and uses the storm to turn up a frown.

Laughing and singing in the glint of sun rays,

she faces the darkness with her bright buttery gaze.

Her triumph of new life sings a message to all,

she’s not threatened by the dark pall.

She lifts her face to the creator’s ways

and won’t be stopped by the darkest days.

New life springs up in the most amazing ways

and finds hope in the coldest dark days.

It whispers on the wind and tickles the ears

Enticing us to lose our fears.

No daffodils will not succumb

to the heavy hand of the dark one.

No Darth Vader shall squelch her joy.

Her Lord and Master conquered it all!