The Darling Buds – Begonia

at the edge of sleep

the fine line of morning

blossoms unfurl gently

dreaming of the taste of summer

dreaming of the brush of snow

Begonia – A Fanciful Nature

Every May (and sometimes into June), I do a series of poems based on Victorian flower meanings. Welcome to the Darling Buds.


For more flights of fancy, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

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The Darling Buds – Sunflower

At the edges of the mountains

the bones of old pulleys

graves of dead sluices

are piled underneath layers

of rockfall and regrowth

machinery of the gold-that-wasn’t

the people with fools’ dreams

left nothing of themselves

sometimes though

in the skeletons of old cabins

we children were never meant

to find

we would pull out old sunflower labels

from under the floorboards

the only gold that

any of us ever

found

Sunflower – False Riches

Every May, I do a series of poems based on Victorian flower meanings. Welcome to the Darling Buds.


For more deceptive treasure, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

The Darling Buds – Primrose

The burnt timbers of the basement

were overgrown with grass and

alder but still her garden remained

amidst the encroaching forest

that last piece of the tame world

she had left

of visions of tea and gentle

conversation a burst of

defiant colour of bold

order spreading in the shadow

of a chaos she had never

chosen

Primrose – Woman

Every May, I do a series of poems based on Victorian flower meanings. Welcome to the Darling Buds.


For more women and persistence of women, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

The Darling Buds – Spring Crocus

As a small child

I did not understand

the connection between

the cold bulbs deeply buried as

the fall died

and the vibrant burst of life

as spring fought free of

the snow

all I knew was that

as the sun warmed

the world was painted fresh

and I could lie amongst the new

life and be

glad

Spring Crocus – Youthful Gladness

Every May, I do a series of poems based on Victorian flower meanings. Welcome to the Darling Buds.


For more youthful energy, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

The Darling Buds – Forget Me Not

Does the land remember

what came before?

there were forests here once

and after them fields

this little corner now that is

filled with small flowers

how short is the life

of that garden

compared to all of the land’s forms

and yet-

a thousand years from now

maybe this small part of the world

will dream of blue flowers

and be at peace

Forget-Me-Not: Memories

Every May (and sometimes into June), I do a series of poems based on Victorian flower meanings. Welcome to the Darling Buds.


For more memories and persistence, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

The Darling Buds – Cherry Blossoms

Each spring is a classroom

every growing thing shyly emerging

to be taught

the air rich with the scent of learning

of new growth finding

water and sun and sky

hair thick with cherry blossoms

each spring wipes away the old year

and teaches us

hope

Cherry Blossoms – Education

Every May, I do a series of poems based on Victorian flower meanings. Welcome to the Darling Buds.


For more hope and learning, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

The Darling Buds – Marigold

When everything else has died

the marigolds are planted

their leaves too bitter for insects

or maybe they are supposed to be grown

with the crops to protect them

rather than being left

to bloom merrily

amongst the sick-sweet

stench of their rotting

companions

Marigold – Sorrow

Marigolds survive but make it impossible to forget those that did not. Every May, I do a series of poems based on Victorian flower meanings. Welcome to the Darling Buds.


For more tales of survival in the face of sorrow, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

The Darling Buds – Forsythia

Long winters birth meek springs

Buds and blossoms slow to unfurl

cautiously feel their way through the still

frozen nights

But

sandwiched between the forest and the field

there is an explosion

forsythia

rising golden and unafraid

It lives in the future, fearless with

Joy at the tips of branches

Joy as a perfume in the air

Joy in the willingness to stare into the face

of the unknown

and blossom

Forsythia – Anticipation

Every May (and sometimes fashionably late in May because of a lack of blossoms), I do a series of poems based on Victorian flower meanings. Welcome to the Darling Buds.


For more anticipation in the face of danger, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

The Darling Buds- Lupin

As the heat rises,

Heavy in our throats and hearts,

So we take our bow,

Our bold palette laid before you,

A tapestry of hope and possibilities.

Shall we blanket the meadows,

Our seed on every rise?

Shall we burn under the sun,

Under the inescapable light?

Let us lay out the final hand before you

Our passage from the possibility,

From the half-formed dreams of spring,

To something fixed and final.

Let us pass boldly,

Our blossoms as loud as our hopes,

Let us pass from spring’s possibility to

Warm reality

Pass into

Summer’s unknown future.

IMG_1348Lupin- Imagination

Every May (and sometimes, the first week of June), I do a series of poems based on Victorian flower meanings. Welcome to the Darling Buds.


For more hard won wisdom, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

Darling Buds- Flag Iris

This is a poem about irises

I promise

The first bird bath was tipped over by a large blue jay

Drunk on mountain ash berries

The juncos screamed for days

Until we put in large rocks

To make it stable

So that they could clean their armpits

Birdbath version two started leaching its paint coating

Into the water

From the vigorous intellectual

Bottom rubbing of the imported sparrows

Also, there were cats

In the fenced garden

In the quiet reflective space

Bird bath three

Plasticized granite

With actual granite for stability

Bloomed amongst the irises

Beautiful, austere

And ignored

In favour of a plastic

Wading pool

IMG_1352Flag Iris- Wisdom, To learn from what has come

The greatest gifts and ideas can be defeated by small plastic wading pools. Every May, I do a series of poems based on Victorian flower meanings. Welcome to the Darling Buds.


For more hard won wisdom, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.