An Ode to Jonquils

Updated February 17, 2018

Jonquils, photo courtesy Ms. Starlene DeBord
Jonquils, photo courtesy Ms. Starlene DeBord


I saw the first jonquils yesterday.
Maybe six to a cluster,
dressing up an otherwise
barren garden in late February.
I was just passing by
on my way to the house
when I looked up from the road
and was taken back by this sudden gold.
Buttery trumpets
turned up to the sun,
a subtle sign that spring had come.
They’re the jonquils!
Some call ‘em daffodils.
The first to sprout forth
after winter’s kill.
From gnarled old bulbs
planted deep in the earth,
come these bright sunny jonquils
to welcome in spring.
But they’re more than just pleasing
and pretty to me.
They’re proof that life,
though harsh as it seems,
still gives us a flower
to rekindle our dreams…

Kathleen M. Rodgers 

Author’s note: Jonquils make an appearance in my 2nd novel, Johnnie Come Lately, re-releasing in hardcover large print February 21, 2018 from Thorndike Press, the leading large print publisher in the United States. This poem holds special meaning because I wrote it in 1986–three years after losing my youngest brother in a tragic car accident–and months after giving birth to my first son.

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Author of the novels The Final Salute, Johnnie Come Lately & Seven Wings to Glory. Former contributor to Family Circle Magazine and Military Times. Future work represented by agent Diane Nine, Nine Speakers Inc.

8 thoughts on “An Ode to Jonquils”

  1. Dear Kathleen,

    Jonquils or Daffodils represent mental and physical healing to me as well as being one of God’s most amazing creation. I guess it’s why they make appearances in all three of my novels. They remind Havah of happier times as they were her mother’s favorite flower.

    I love your poem. It echoes my sentiments.



    1. Rochelle,

      I just read an excerpt from one of your novels and I could smell the scent of Daffodils in the air.
      I love that we have this flower in common with so many other things.

  2. Love your sweet poem about the jonquils. I’ve always loved jonquils. It reminds me that in 1965, I was taking a homemaking class at SFA in Nacogdoches, Tx. and we were learning about flower arranging for dinner tables. It was my turn to have an arrangement for the dinner table. Near my house, a lady lived in a small house on a small hill right along Hwy. 21 and her yard was full of yellow jonquils. So, I stopped and asked her if I could gather some for my flower arrangement. She said take all I wanted. I added a little color and greenery and made a sweet arrangement with the lady’s fresh and bright yellow jonquils from her yard. Now, they are about the first flowers I see that start popping up before spring arrives. And, it is a reminder that spring is coming and life continues on. Your poem is refreshing and hopeful. Love you. 🙂

    1. Johnnie Dale,
      I love that story! I can picture you picking jonquils in her yard and making a beautiful bouquet. I’m sure you made that lady’s day when you stopped by to admire her jonquils. <3

  3. Kathy, you do not hind your beautiful words under a bushel!
    No! you let let them “Shine”.
    These are special words God has put in your heart to share.

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