Diffident is spring

Okay, I’m totally opening myself up for ridicule and scorn here, but I was cleaning out my email and found a poem that I wrote a while back. For some reason, posting it sounded like a good idea.

To give a little background, some time ago a few coworkers and I had a little group called “The Word of the Day” where we would have to take the word provided daily by dictionary.com and use it in a sentence. You can only imagine the sentences and diatribes a bunch of caffeine-soaked, sleep-deprived, über-geeks can come up with! Being a romantic and literary über-geek, I crafted a poem using not one, but two words of the day. So, without further ado, I give you…

Diffident is spring

The sun shines o’er the hues of spring
the colors swell and grow.
The bumblebee, he takes his flight
through the early morning glow.

How diffident the daffodil
how arrogant the rose.
The bumblebee, he cares not which
to either one he goes.

The meadow fills with hums and sways
the blooms, they lay in wait.
The bumblebee will come and take
their treasur’d opiate.

So shy is spring, she’s like a child
who wants to romp and play.
She’s wondering about the world
in which she makes her way.

The day begins to coruscate
the morning turns to noon.
Spring’s coaxed out, the blooms will revel
summer’ll be here soon.
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Let the evisceration begin. 😛

Can you pick the two words of the day?

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