Showing posts with label Bulbs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bulbs. Show all posts

Thursday, April 27, 2017

The Awakening


Waking from a deep sleep
the forest yawns and stretches out
stiff limbs


A warm light caresses
the lifeless branches
coaxing out curious puffs
of fuzzy magic


Tiny creatures
poke their heads
from the dark earth.

Such shy, fragile things


Rain falls
and falls
seeming endless

It must reach deep
to stir those
who continue to sleep


Ice transforms to a more fluid state
allowing the fish to escape
their cramped indoor existence


Each flower celebrates
its release
from bulb form


with a glow
whose light, colour and presence,
outshines its real life size
ten-fold!


Silly characters pop out of the lawn;
a happy, unplanned surprise.

I suppose I must thank the squirrels
for this one kind act
among the multitude of mischievous
re-plantings they perform in the fall


Daffodils emit an otherworldly glow;

They seem to siphon their colour
directly from the sun
becoming landlocked beacons of light
for us,
winter weary travellers


With an uncanny ability
to sense Spring air
they have yet to breathe


Houseplants,
rescued from last year's frost,
burst into joyous bloom


Outside,
timid colours
deepen


Fragrance
dances on the
ever-warming breeze
sneaking in through
windows that now remain
a crack open


Early bloomers
know their time
will soon be over,

buds give way to seed


Nature reminds us every day
in colour, shape and form -

It's always about Transformation!


Sunday, May 31, 2015

Extraterrestrial - Allium Birth


Otherworldly,
they seem to appear,
overnight.

Mysterious,
egg-shaped packages
that rise atop long slender rods.


Their thin skins bulge
until they split
forced open by the blooms
they can no longer
contain.


The birth of an Allium
is an extraterrestrial experience
and a joy to witness.


Their colour varies
at every stage of their growth,
time of day,
and slant of the sun.


Allium twins




Friday, February 27, 2015

Saved


A handful of dried bulbs as a gift
Sprout long green fingers
That stretch to the light
Then stretch some more
I think I smelled their perfume
before I realized they'd blossomed
A glorious peppery scent in the room

You've heard of the knight
Riding in on his white horse
To save the princess?

It's the Paperwhites
That have come to save me
Instead


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