Brave flowers—that I could gallant it like you,
And be as little vain!
You come abroad, and make a harmless show,
And to your beds of earth again.
You are not proud: you know your birth:
For your embroider’d garments are from earth
You do obey your months and times, but I
Would have it ever Spring:
My fate would know no Winter, never die,
Nor think of such a thing.
O that I could my bed of earth but view
And smile, and look as cheerfully as you!
O teach me to see Death and not to fear,
But rather to take truce!
How often have I seen you at a bier,
And there look fresh and spruce!
You fragrant flowers! then teach me, that my breath
Like yours may sweeten and perfume my death.
King’s “A contemplation upon flowers” is very relevant now when inertia and wintry recession vibrates an urgency for the growing season. Yet Spring is also forever behind us - long gone, lost from view in the dizzying revolutions from generation to degeneration to regeneration. Not to count the cost, nor fear, nor hold the unspoken belief that it is wrong – to ‘take a truce’ with Death is to go with the flow and rightly so. This is our existential challenge which we contemplate, consciously or not and surely the joy of flowers is also in observing the quiet ease of their comings and goings.
This, my chosen poem for December’s Garden Bloggers Muse Day is later than usual, deliberately so as I’ve been waiting for the right moment. I knew it had arrived when the postman handed me the package I’d been looking out for…
“The Moment I Knew” is a reflective collection of women’s writing on life’s defining moments. Donna @ Gardens Eye View had contributed a couple of her heartfelt bereavement poems and generously sent out two copies in her Giveaway book contest. I was one of the lucky recipients!
It was grief which moved the muse in Donna over forty years ago and more recently has set her writing again so now on the first Monday of each month she posts more of her poetry, with her own soulful images in Gardens Eye Verse
So with many thanks I send you this virtual card Donna and look forward to reading the book over the holidays.