You
flowered
in my garden
all winter
no waiting
patiently
for spring
first rose.
You
dared to
be in colour
outside my window
whilst I wore
dark clothes
carried
the dark
from my room
past you
brought
it back daily
unable to
imagine
how you
stay so yellow
or red or purple
or blue when
my moods
flicker
flimsier than
your hardy
petals.
When
I wonder
if your beauty
might adorn
my corpse
you try
to smile
remind me
of hardiness.
Of my god who
loves winter
flowers.
“Creiddylad.”
I speak her name.
“Prima rosa.
Rhosyn gyntaf.
First rose.”
“We endure
Annwn’s darkness,”
she smiles back.
“We endure.”
From Peneverdant 
We bless the God who loves winter flowers. Soon we will reach the spring equinox. I have already seen the primroses sprouting. Primavera. Truth in the lengthening of days and the change of season.
Ooh I like the link between primrose and primavera 🙂
Creiddylad as winter flowers, and this conversation with her, resonates a deep chord.
So much is awakening but even in these days of changing seasons the hold on Winter on the Spring is no less firm, the desire of the Spring to awaken no less keen.
Each moment whether of momentum or of slowing down and retrenchment is equally precious, equally characteristic of equinoctial change in contrast to the stillness of the solstices.
Yes… it’s a time of push and pull, contrasts and contraries, imbalance striving for balance – a thin and dangerous tightrope. Contrary times.
I enjoyed the little flower’s determination, I like how you contrast the flowerbed’s vibrancy to your own dark attire – It’s interesting that the contrast seems to highlight you’re separation from nature, some of your other recent posts are about your journey cultivating a kinship with the natural world. So you see it as a departure from your usual themes?
It’s not so much a separation from nature (which I’m feeling much closer to) but the fact this connection is always shadowed by my anxiety and despair about not being able to find a paid role that sustains my soul in the world.
I hope you find your fulfillment, it’s a very pure wish. You’re much better than me. I’m constantly praying to God to make my life easy. 🙂
Best wishes Lorna!!
I’ve thought and written about this too, the finding of a place that we might thrive. The plant – the snowdrop – eirlys, you say – grows here and there and where it thrives it blossoms. It is part of a process, a deeper process. I am about to renounce a contract – one that would pay, for sure, four months of mooring fees, but my intuition tells me to let it go, that more aligned work may come in. This is a risk for sure in my old thinking, but if I am to align myself with a God or Goddess, I must try, ferociously, to trust my intuition and their whispering.
May your books sell, your Patreon flourish, and the doors to fulfill your alignment be opened. Your words are already blessed in other worlds. May they be so blessed in this one!