Saturday, December 4, 2010
Yet another poem with a personified flower -- and one which I can relate to. In Seattle where I live, blossoms do bloom out of season. My first full year in the city, I was startled by a rhododendron that sent out a few scattered blossoms in January. Before I saw the blooms, or at least before I was aware of them, I had a dream in which I told the rhododendron to top blooming or it wouldn't bloom when it was time.
In Courage, Robert William service suggests that the little November apple blossom knows exactly what it is doing, and that it is an act of courage, though one that may leave us with a bit of sadness.