The nature of nature, is where blooms transform to seed. It’s not an ugly process, far from it. It’s life-process. Does it begin with the egg of the solitary bee who pollinated this flower?
It’s not a catastrophe, but a sacred process. Look further to ecological death, and life. It’s love. We may look at our own bodies in the same way. Don’t fret about flowers ‘going over’. They are beautiful.
Anxiety grips me again, during just a handful of days this time. Matter builds as crystals from the process of evaporation, and all the little thoughts become sharp and transparent. … Read more
“It had been huddling like an old gray woman grabbing her shawl, in an underground house, stirring a promise to return. Soon its six petals harmonic sense will bring love”.
(Daffodils by Martin Willitts Jr, Dylan Thomas International Poetry Award – Winning Poem 2014)
Britain’s native daffodil, Narcissus pseudonarcissus ssp pseudonarcissus, the Lent Lily, is a tribute to the powers of early Spring. She brings light and gentle movement to the stiller, wetter soils, whilst also foretelling of community, gathering in ‘crowds’ as poet William Wordsworth also witnessed. The Victorian ‘Language of Flowers’ suggests a daffodil speaks of unrequited love, but I know this not to be true. … Read more