Hello, my digital friends. Welcome to my mythical streamside meadow, its allusive daffodils basking in the early light of March. ☀️
After reading, if you’re so inclined, feel free to scroll down and check out some of the things happening in my world as I continue my adventures in writing. Now, on to some new poetry….
This week’s poem felt like the right way to greet March.
The first honest light always tricks me into thinking the universe is flirting again. It shows up, soft and golden, and I start imagining it arrived with a personal invitation. Winter does strange things to a person.
It is funny how quickly we fall for the idea of being chosen. Isn’t it?
One warm hour, one small success, one moment of attention, and suddenly we are certain the path ahead has been cleared exclusively for us beneath early spring light.
I have believed that many times. It always feels convincing. Early light is persuasive that way.
Then the season behaves like a season. Trees decide it’s their turn. Shadows lengthen. The world fills back in with its usual business. Nothing dramatic happens. Life simply stops holding the spotlight at the same flattering angle.
I used to take that very personally, like the daffodil staring at its own reflection in the stream.
Now I see it for what it is. It was never about me. Just March being March. June being June. No secret messages attached. And I am only a participant in what would have occurred regardless of my self-important existence.
There is something humbling and freeing about that.
It helps me enjoy the brightness without assigning it meaning it never claimed. It lets moments stay moments. And it reminds me that most of what feels magical is really timing, luck, or a brief clearing in the sky.
Still, I love that first spark of belief each year. It makes me feel unique in the best, albeit momentary way. When was the last time early light convinced you that you were standing in exactly the right place?
As always, I look forward to hearing your thoughts, feelings, and reactions to this week’s poem in the “Leave a Reply” comment section at the very bottom of this page.
-PS Conway ☘️ ☘️ ☘️
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the cruelty of leaves
March unclasps winter’s withered grip
absent fanfare and without pomp
raindrops plop into the river
while fair daffodils smile once more
they all rejoice, for the leafless
trees have yet to cloak the sunlight –
full upon their upturned faces,
they watch their king with memories of chase,
of echo’s laughter through the wood
the earth is nourishment, the dead
no longer require its beauty;
they feed the need of wee bright things
to flourish as daylight’s sweet devotees
they are complete in their feelings
of hope that this Spring, they might dare sing
their bee-buzzed songs to the river.
freed from the bonds of vanity
that have sealed their eternal fate
June concludes with the cruelty of leaves
their full green canopy calls forth
the moss and nightshade to take bloom;
and the daffodils’ faces fall
no room left in their sky for sunlight
only heads hung low
reflected in the river.
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This Week’s Links to my published work…
- Purchase Echoes Lost in Stars
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- My Interview with AllAuthor : https://allauthor.com/interview/psconway/
Media News…
*NEW* My interview with Editor-in-Chief, Gabriela Marie Milton of Literary Revelations Publishing House: https://literaryrevelations.com/2026/01/25/the-portrait-of-a-poet-ps-conway/ ☘️🌹
*NEW* My interview with author Tricia Copeland on her podcast Finding the Magic Book is now available to watch: https://youtu.be/NhieYECI-H4 🤯🥂
Latest Publication News
It has been a productive last few months for me. Eight poems published. If you are interested in a copy of any of these, I have embedded the Amazon links below.
- I have six poems published in FromOneLine Volume 7, an anthology of poems/stories where the writers were given one opening line to maintain, then build a poem/story around it. Gratitude to Meghan Dargue for including my work and for editing such a thoughtful compilation from a deeply talented group of writers.
* - I have two poems published in The Belfast Review, Winter/Spring 2026. Based in the north of Ireland, this gorgeous emerging literary magazine, in addition to poetry, “aims to create a dialogue between the arts, featuring genres not usually included in literary journals such as song lyrics, plays, screenplays, and hybrid forms, to better reflect the lived experience of art, the self, and the city.”
Latest News – Life Sucks…
So far, Life Sucks has received so many ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Editorial Reviews. More to come soon.
I’m anticipating a whole bunch of solid Reader Reviews to begin populating Amazon in the next few weeks, too. The goal is to get to 50 Reader Reviews asap to kick Amazon’s promotion engine into a higher gear.
Speaking of Editorial Reviews, we secured a BIG ONE – BookLife. This is the indie press division of Publishers Weekly and represents a major credibility lift to my published work. Here is a link, in case you’re interested in reading the entire review:
And here are a few other snippets of other editorial reactions so far!
– “Snort-laughs and gasp-worthy wit – PS Conway goes there, and it’s hilarious.”
– “A must-read for anyone stressed, cynical, or just in need of a damn good laugh.”
– “Darkly funny, brutally honest, and weirdly comforting – like therapy, but with colonoscopies.”
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Leave it to me to find the dark side of everything. This poem proves that in nature, one creature’s success can be another’s cruel ending. Great poem, P.S.!
I actually think that’s a great read of the poem! It’s all a cycle, isn’t it, PS? Thanks for sharing!! 🌼🌼🌼