
“Who would have thought it possible that a tiny little flower could preoccupy a person
so completely that there simply wasn’t room for any other thought.” – Sophie Scholl


“Who would have thought it possible that a tiny little flower could preoccupy a person
so completely that there simply wasn’t room for any other thought.” – Sophie Scholl


My Star
by Marina Gipps
My lucky star,
a gaseous crumb of Andromeda
online birthday purchase,
my star,
a little crumb
not worthy of
mythology
light years old,
my star,
out of momentum,
plotted wish
dissipating into gazing
history,
my star,
imploding path
on a dark sky,
wishing upwards
upon nothing
to the naked eye
nor soul, choreographing
a brighter vortex,
my star,
to shine alone
as stargazing
undertakers
hustle
into a crowded
planetarium
of lunacy
knowing no one
is far from
the planet of sleep.
Winter is now officially over as we cross the threshold into the new Spring. Today is also Ms. Gipps birthday and if you could be so generous and kind as to like her Facebook page I'm sure Marina would appreciate the birthday gift of your like. To "like" Marina's FB page click here. ƸӜƷ Thank you!

And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley

“I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.”
– William Wordsworth


“Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson
* The first noted cultivation of the crocus flower was said to have occurred in regions of the Mediterranean, mostly in the area of Crete. But the Greek affinity for the crocus flower likely started well before its commercial harvesting began, as these plants appear in many pieces of myth. In one story, the mortal Krokus began an affair with a beautiful nymph named Smilax. Krokus became bored of his nymph and began to wander. To punish him for his infidelity, the gods turned Krokus into the immobile crocus flower. An alternative version of this story tells of Krokus becoming so enamored with Smilax that the gods granted them both immortality by turning them into two crocus flowers growing in the same field. Yet another myth states that on one spring day the god Zeus made love to Hera on a river bank. It is said that the heat of their passion caused the earth to shake, thus causing the bank to burst forth with stunning purple and white crocus flowers. In addition to being the focus of several Greek myths, crocuses have also become the inspiration to a number of artists. These blossoms have found their way into the paintings of many modern artists – from the striking realism of Glen Loates’ “Crocus,” to the unusual, colorful work of Nancy Nuce’s “Spring Crocuses.”Symbolically, the crocus flower tends to represent gladness and cheerfulness, as well as a sense of youthful, innocent joy. As a gift, these flowers are often given to represent that same joy – to express a passion for life. They are also given as thank you gifts, or tokens of friends – as if to say, “I am glad that you are in my life.”
*Source: Crocus Flowers

A hush is over everything,
Silent as women wait for love;
The world is waiting for the spring.
— Sara Teasdale


“Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.” — Doug Larson
“Let us not fear the inevitable chill and storms of autumn and winter, instead, let us anticipate the rapid growth of springtime, let us await the rewards of summer. As in a garden of the earth, let us learn to accept and appreciate the times when the trees are bare as well as the times when we pick the fruit.” — Being There
The naked earth is warm with Spring,
And with green grass and bursting trees
Leans to the sun’s kiss glorying,
And quivers in the sunny breeze.
Julian Grenfell
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. – Albert Camus