When the green shoots When the green Shoots through the clay The earth is spring Hardened by frost Tempered by rain The waiting over It is for us To be Where daffodils dance Share this: poemPrintTwitterFacebookLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestPocketTelegramWhatsAppEmailMastodonLike this:Like Loading... By timmyconway poet View all of timmyconway's posts.