Buttercups and Daisies

by Mary Howitt

Buttercups and daisies-
Oh the pretty flowers,
Coming ere the springtime
To tell of sunny hours.
While the trees are leafless,
While the fields are bare,
Buttercups and daisies
Spring up here and there.

Ere the snowdrop peepeth,
Ere the croscus bold,
Ere the early primrose
Opes its paly gold,
Somewhere on a sunny bank
Buttercups are bright;
Somewhere ‘mong the frozen grass
Peeps the daisy white.

Little hardy flowers
Like to children poor,
Playing in their sturdy health
By their mother’s door:
Purple with the north wind,
Yet alert and bold;
Fearing not and caring not,
Though they be a-cold.

What to them is weather!
What are stormy showers!
Buttercups and daisies
Are these human flowers!
He who gave them hardship
And a life of care,
Gave them likewise hardy strength,
And patient hearts, to bear.

Welcome yellow buttercups,
Welcome daisies white,
Ye are in my spirit
Visioned, a delight!
Coming ere the springtime
Of sunny hours to tell-
Speaking to our hearts of Him
Who doeth all things well.

April 18, 2017 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Spring Rain

by Matsuo Bashō (1644–1694)

Spring rain
leaking through the roof
dripping from the wasps’ nest


April 17, 2017 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

The Old Pond

April 17, 2017 at 6:25 pm Leave a comment

An old pond!

by Matsuo Bashō

An old pond!
A frog jumps in—
the sound of water.


April 17, 2017 at 5:04 pm Leave a comment

The Narrow Road

by Matsuo Bashō

The Narrow Road
to the Far North


April 17, 2017 at 3:25 pm Leave a comment

International Haiku Poetry Day

Happy International Haiku Poetry Day!


April 17, 2017 at 5:25 am Leave a comment

Why the Easter Bunny?

Happy Easter!

April 16, 2017 at 5:25 am Leave a comment

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