Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Somehow They Know

Somehow they know—
camellia buds, tiny green fists
clenched tight against the world.

Last year, January first
they unfurled into pink and red
and bloomed right into May.

This year, not a peep of color
and it’s the fifth of February
after a month of sleet and freezing.

I’m turning off the weather report
(which is always wrong anyway)
because, apparently,
the camellias know better.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

i love

tiny green fists clenched tight against the world


i have 4 60-80 year old camelias and i know exactly what you mean about their clenched fists!

Jill said...

I think that artpredator and you might be right,we should probebly follow the nature instead of the weathr network!

Julia Phillips Smith said...

Really loved this. Especially:

'I’m turning off the weather report
(which is always wrong anyway)
because, apparently,
the camellias know better.'

And how do they know? It's so freaky. But a freakiness I revere.

Ann said...

Cool poem. You're right, although I've seen times when even the plants got it wrong (bloomed during a warm spell only to have a freeze come along and kill all of the blossoms).