Poem by Local Poet, Pat Parnell

“And the trumpet shall sound…”

(A Pre-spring Poem with musical accompaniment)

The daffodils
on my kitchen counter
trumpet spring.
Through the frilled flare of their golden bells,
the horns send their wild notes ringing
in tones too high for human ears to hear.

Impulse buy at the grocery, they spread,
released from their rubber band confinement,
into the breathing space of this white china pitcher.
Each bud has room to blossom.

And each new flower adds its own new note
to the floral harmony.
Too early for the vernal equinox,
they flourish their own solar feat,
golden sunlight, 24 hours a day!

If I could hear the singing, would I hear
a Hallelujah chorus?
“Rejoice, rejoice!
Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
Prepare! Prepare! for Spring!”

Pat Parnell (Feb. 25, 2009)

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