This morning I watched
the pale green cones of the rhododendrons
opening their small pink and red blouses –
the bodies of the flowers
were instantly beautiful to the bees, they hurried
out of that dark place in the thick tree
one after another, an invisible line
upon which their iridescence caught fire
as the sun caught them, sliding down.
Is there anything more important
than hunger and happiness? Each bee entered
the frills of a flower to find
the sticky fountain, and if some dust
spilled on the walkways of the petals
and caught onto their bodies, I don’t know
if the bees know that otherwise death
is everywhere, even in the red swamp
of a flower. But they did this
with no small amount of desperation – you might say: love.
And the flowers, as daft as mud, poured out their honey.
mary oliver
yesterday we set tiny seeds in willing trays to warm
on window sills,
only to wake to unexpected snow.
this morning i cannot help but continue the romance.
smitten, i am turning my back on fickle winter
with a heart for pink blossoms, mary oliver, and spring.
where have you found paradise this white coated morning?
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Yes...fickle winter has surprised us again this morning with a couple inches of show and a high in the 30's...thankfully, the tenacity of spring is finding its strength in longer days, blooms, and magically, the bees who make it all possible. Mary Oliver rocks!
Posted by: Dawn Elliott - AlterEgoMexicana | February 24, 2013 at 09:32 AM
Oh, absolutely! I think you should turn your back on winter and turn your face toward spring, despite all evidence to the contrary!
Posted by: Magical Mystical Teacher | February 24, 2013 at 09:40 AM
As for me paradise was the snow this past week. The sunlight is so bright on the snow
illuminating everything. xxx
Posted by: gemma | February 24, 2013 at 01:01 PM
~~somepinkflower love~~
all around !!
{{ are we All
so in love with mary oliver ??
i think so
yes
maybe
thank goodness... }}
PS--what is snow ??
Posted by: somepinkflowers | February 24, 2013 at 01:30 PM
Love Mary Oliver's poetry ~ your photography is gorgeous! Mother Nature is fickle here also ~ More snow! ~ hugs ^_^
Posted by: Carol and artmusedog ^_^ | February 24, 2013 at 01:37 PM
A heart of pink blossoms, a bird to transfer tiny seeds over the ocean perhaps! All loving and living in harmony, I 'breathe' in spring! x
Posted by: Sue Fox | February 24, 2013 at 03:16 PM
Oh sigh. Mary Oliver. Yes. She does say things in just the right way, doesn't she. Spring is just around the corner. I could feel it blowing around on the wind today. Just the tiniest bit. I'm looking forward to it!
Posted by: LeslieM | February 24, 2013 at 03:43 PM
Turn your back on Winter
Take my hand and run towards Summer
Smell the sunshine, savor the flavor, soak in sunsets
Posted by: Deb Taylor | February 24, 2013 at 03:55 PM
beautiful Rebecca... it snowed all day here too. Winter just isn't quite ready to give up.
Posted by: Laura Hegfield | February 24, 2013 at 04:47 PM
Oh, Heaven !!!! As I sit under this new, heavy blanket of thick whiteness, I gasp at the beauty of spring and pink flowers and bees !!!
Thank you for a glimpse of paradise, Lovely One !
Posted by: Kim Mailhot | February 25, 2013 at 07:13 AM
{{ popping in
Again
just so
you
will
know, dear one,
that
i am thinking of you
and
your
somepinkflowers !! }}
Posted by: somepinkflowers | February 26, 2013 at 12:22 PM
I was walking yesterday and passed by a tulip tree such as this. They are so lovely and whether on the tree or on the ground, they seem to retain their beauty in all their stages of life.
Posted by: annie | February 27, 2013 at 08:21 AM