'The word flower thrives in every language...'
I wondered should I post this poem about flowers today - or would it be too much out of season? And then thought, no, why can we not have flowers in winter? Is that not when we need them most?
Although flowers in winter may be scarce, they are present nonetheless, if not in gardens they are 'blooming in paintings, on carpets, pottery, fabrics of dresses and draperies'. They do indeed 'lift the mood of a scene.' Even in their winter withering (as in my picture above) they have beauty to offer us. And why do we love flowers so much? Well I think part of that answer lies in the last lines here.
Thanks to Flowers - Kate Farrell
Not only the cultivated ones in parks
and gardens, unfolding immaculate petals
on a terrace or trellis, and not just
the wild ones, kissed by elegant birds
in jungle foliage, or brightening roadsides
and meadows, blossoming anyplace that anything
can blossom, but thanks also to flowers
blooming in paintings, on carpets, pottery,
fabrics of dresses and draperies or wherever
the real or invented colors and shapes
of flowers lift the mood of a scene,
as they are snipped from bushes, gathered
in cordless bunches, tied in ribbons
or arranged in rare bouquets for precious vases.
Perfect by nature for gift and centerpiece,
they perfume ballrooms, backyards and prairies,
and, indoors or out the window, they gladden
celebrations and refresh every country
and season, for, even in iciest winter.
The word flower thrives in every language,
adorning what everyone says and imagines
with the beautiful thought of flowers
which teach by timeless example
that life goes by anyway; you might as well