Daffodil on Waking
written by: Joyce Butler
@joycebwriter
A light rain kissed my face even though my head was bowed low at the nape.
I couldn’t look up, my sisters neither, we still had yet to greet each other.
A cold frightening winter of strange winds blowing us about, determined to shake us through our roots leaving us dying of a stabbing frost.
But March brought a more forgiving sun so we held hands again, raising our heads out from worry and fear.
Now, we look into the sun’s ranging eyes again.
I'm 41 years old. Mother of 2 from Waterford, Ireland. I work full-time as a Clerical Officer. I love to write poetry, micropoetry and short stories when I have time.
I was shortlisted for the Atlantis Short Story Prize 2015 and I've written the first draft of a book.
I was shortlisted for the Atlantis Short Story Prize 2015 and I've written the first draft of a book.
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