In the midst of sad and alarming news of this world, and upcoming anniversary dates of many family members who have passed, I need to dote on flowers. It has been raining several days and will be for another week, greyness permeating sky and woods and reaching inside these walls. And I am still nursing the torn meniscus, so there are far fewer hearty walks. It seems I must wait to go in search of the living beauties. However, I’ve found other early March photos of common Portland neighborhoods’ spring flowers.
They gently tend my spirit; perhaps they will lift yours, too. Though sorrows often linger, nature’s sublime beauty and constancy help us become stronger. I plan to share more current spring garden walks. And I offer a small spontaneous poem at the end since I’ve not posted any the last two “Friday’s Poem” feature.
Oh bravest flower that startles the cold,
you keep your secrets from us
throughout narrowed wintered nights and days,
and from depth of quietude bring forth glory
of your alchemy: root to shoot to bloom.
How vital are your moving powers in
the midst of troubles. Holy amid unholiness.
I ressurect hopefulness as each leaf
and petal shine within rising or falling light–
defiance of Spring revealed in extravagance
of verve, ferocity, tenderness.
Your sweet sighs, heralding flower,
fill this unsettled mind and soul like love.