The Seed Shop
Here in a quiet and dusty room they lie,
Faded as crumbled stone or shifting sand,
Forlorn as ashes, shrivelled, scentless, dry -
Meadows and gardens running through my hand.
In this brown husk a dale of hawthorn dreams;
A cedar in this narrow cell is thrust
That will drink deeply of a century's streams;
These lilies shall make summer on my dust.
Here in their safe and simple house of death,
Sealed in their shells, a million roses leap;
Here I can blow a garden with my breath,
And in my hand a forest lies asleep.
Muriel Stuart, 1885 -1967
Mull over more March muses at Sweet Home And Garden Chicago.
Hi Anna, I just love crocuses--they are my favorite spring bulb. :) Especially the purple/white striped ones.
ReplyDeleteDear Anna, What a lovely and apt poem for what one hopes is the start of spring. And how nice that you chose a picture of a crocus - a refreshing change from too many daffodils.
ReplyDeleteThe imaginings of what lies in those dried seeds, Anna, so perfect for the beginning of a new growing season. Thank goodness for the crocus, to give us color when we need it most.
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Oh my, what a lovely poem for Muse Day! Happy March :)
ReplyDeleteI really liked this poem! It's amazing what can come of a seed.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Crocuses, looks like they've got sun shining on them :)
Anna:
ReplyDeleteAn aptly beautiful poem to herald the imminent arrival of Spring, and to highlight the post with a most perk Crocus..... surely Spring is just round the next bend... or is it the one after, or the one after that. Tis a most crooked mile between your home and mine! LOL!
Lovely image and poem. I think the last line of the poem is absolutely sublime. Nice treat :)
ReplyDeleteHi Anna~~ I like the line about the cedar, "That will drink deeply of a century's streams." Such potential we have as gardeners to beautify the earth. Or to just let nature take its course.
ReplyDeleteI love how the sun catches your crocuses. They may be small but they sure are a refreshing balm for us winter weary folk.
Lovely photo and very nice words of a poem.
ReplyDeleteSo far this year I have seen only white crocuses.
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ReplyDelete'sealed in their shells, a million roses leap' ... beautiful! A perfect poem for today Anna.
ReplyDeleteYour crocuses are very pretty.
Jeanne x
PS Enjoy your stay in East Anglia - the sun is shining for you!
Your last post was teasing me with snowdrops, and this one it's crocus's. You've captured their colour beautifully.
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