The sight of Camellias in flower is always a sure sign, albeit an early sign, of Winter departing to make way for the onset of that most happy of seasons, Spring.
In the part of the world from which I write, where winters are rarely severe, it is possible to witness flowers at any time of the year even in midwinter, though those that appear when frost and snow threaten are the bravest of plant souls, defiantly challenging the elements, sometimes winning, often perishing in their valiant endeavour.
So when the Camellias appear, showy, bold and confident, I raise my eyes to the sky and nod in appreciation of this surest first sign of a new season approaching.
I wrote this little poem today on seeing our own Camellia in flower in anticipation of warmer days to come.
Spring emerges, Blackbird sings,
Butterflies unfold their wings
to dance upon a fragrant breeze
atop the wispy Willow trees.
Joy pervades the fresh green scene
where once the hardened frost had been
And trees begin to stir and grow
with zest for life as if they know
That nature's gift can never last,
their memory of Springtime past
reminding them that life and time
are there for whom the stars align.
That none of us can take for granted
sunny days for seeds we've planted.
Those who weather Winter's storm
may find themselves in Spring reborn,
and only then can dance and sing
and celebrate their life in Spring.
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