…we know what is coming behind the crocus…
the great thing is that the corner has been turned.
It remains with us to follow or not,
to die in this winter,
or to go on into that spring and that summer.
C.S. Lewis from God in the Dock
In the high woods that crest our hills,
Upon a steep, rough slope of forest ground,
Where few flowers grow, sweet blooms today I found
Of the Autumn Crocus, blowing pale and fair.
Dim falls the sunlight there;
And a mild fragrance the lone thicket fills.
Languidly curved, the long white stems
Their purple flowers’ gold treasure scarce display:
Lost were their leaves since in the distant spring,
Their February sisters showed so gay.
Roses of June, ye too have followed fleet!
Forsaken now, and shaded as by thought,
As by the human shade of thought and dreams,
They bloom ‘mid the dark wood, whose air has wrought
With what soft nights and mornings of still dew!
Into their slender petals that clear hue,
Like paleness in fresh cheeks; a thing
On earth, I vowed, ne’er grew
More delicately pure, more shyly sweet.
Child of the pensive autumn woods!
So lovely, though thou dwell obscure and lone,
And though thy flush and gaiety be gone;
Say, among flowers of the sad, human mind,
Where shall I ever find
So rare a grace? in what shy solitudes?
~Robert Laurence Binyon “Autumn Crocus”
The emergence of autumn crocus is unexpected,
surprising even when I know where the bulbs hide
in the shade of spent peony bushes.
They lie waiting beneath of the surface of our waning summer dreams,
triggered by retreating light from above,
summoned forth from cooling soil
to remind us summer’s end
is not the end of them or us.
A luminous gift of hope and grace
borne from a humble bulb;
plain and only soil-adorned.
In a hurry, unfurling on a pale leggy stem,
the tender lavender petals reveal golden crowns of saffron,
brazenly blooming as all else is dying back.
In the end, they quickly wilt, deeply bruised and purple –
our lives made manifest
as they fall defeated, inglorious, and frail,
melting back to dust.
Yet we are assured – these blossoms remind us –
they will rise again,
as will we.
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