In an earlier post, I told of my collection of poems that said ‘goodbye’. I am so intrigued by the way that seeds and bulbs work that I also have a few favorite poems about seeds, flowers, and those closely related topics. One of those is “The Seed-Shop” by Muriel Stuart. In all of our yearnings for spring this year, I’ve again been pondering this miracle, that a tiny object is housing the entire directions for a crocus, an oak tree, a clematis vine, a stalk of wheat. Well, I imagine you know what I mean. My poem today addresses some of my thoughts concerning the life journey of plants.
Wondering About Violets
Beginnings
mystify me
especially in spring.
How can this small, white bulb know
the secrets of
violets?
I’m comforted to think
that it will never
become
a rose,
but is this comforting
for the violet?
LOVE it! I love the way your lines break and the way you placed "Beginnings" to the far right. I love the lines about the small white bulb knowing secrets. Very cool. :)
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