Why are Pansies so oft maligned?
They are among the hardiest of all flowers! They withstand moderate and even cold winters. They boldly proclaim their presence with colors vibrant and proud. No wonder gay men are called "pansies!"
Here's a poem that I wrote under the inspiration of my window box of pansies some years ago.
MORNING THOUGHT
Perched upon the pot
December darkness obscuring
the world beyond the flower box
where a warm season’s
waning toward the solstice
has preserved the residence
as though it were May
and each day’s new morning
a reason for hope.
And yet, resolute, their
ghostly forms stand erect
little lion faces peering out
into the pre-dawn dark
shaking determined heads
an empathic “no” in the cold breeze
while every other atom of their
pansy-being screams “yes!”
Yes!, to the cat (or the raccoon)
who sets off the automatic floodlights
when passing into the backyard
to scrounge in the compost;
yes!, to the flashes of light white and red
from tail- and head-lights off to early obligations
passing-by on the road below;
yes!, to the ancient sentinels—
flickering sequins in the newly
wintering night. And yes!,
yes!, to the simple joy of existence.
< randuwa
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It was the occasion of my 41st birthday....seems like so long ago, now.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
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