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: poemPrintMoreTwitterFacebookLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestPocketTelegramWhatsAppSkypeEmailLike this:Like Loading... By timmyconway By profession an Accountant By ambition a Politician By nature a Poetry View all of timmyconway's posts.