Sunday, January 1, 2023

My Amaryllis and The Métier of Blossoming by Denise Levertov

 I haven't potted an Amaryllis in forever.  

And had forgotten how fascinating they are.


November 26, 2022

New Year's Day, 2023

Jan. 2, 2023

Soon to be three

Jan. 4 And then there were three ❤

The Métier of Blossoming

 Fully occupied with growing--that's
the amaryllis.
Growing especially at night: it would take only a bit more patience than I've got to sit keeping watch with it till daylight; the naked eye could register every hour's increase in height.
Like a child against a barn door, proudly topping each year's achievement, steadily up goes each green stem, smooth, matte, traces of reddish purple at the base, and almost imperceptible vertical ridges running the length of them: Two robust stems from each bulb, sometimes with sturdy leaves for company, elegant sweeps of blade with rounded points.
Aloft, the gravid buds, shiny with fullness.
One morning--and so soon!--the first flower has opened when you wake.
Or you catch it poised in a single, brief moment of hesitation.
Next day, another, shy at first like a foal, even a third, a fourth, carried triumphantly at the summit of those strong columns, and each a Juno, calm in brilliance, a maiden giantess in modest splendor.
If humans could be that intensely whole, undistracted, unhurried, swift from sheer unswerving impetus! If we could blossom out of ourselves, giving nothing imperfect, withholding nothing!

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