Mark Scrivener Poetry Blog No 111 Late Winter, Sunday Morning

 

LATE WINTER, SUNDAY MORNING

This poem is about one of those moments when you suddenly notice the beauty of something. It also speaks of a feeling of relationship to nature as a creative being that, after all, holds us and supports us in our life on earth. I believe it is possible to feel this even if it is not something provable by external observation alone. It is interesting that learned people of the later middle ages and early renaissance spoke of such a being that they called the goddess Natura.

The concept of the goddess Natura–one of the most significant allegorical figures of medieval Latin and vernacular poetry–drew upon many strands of classical and Christian thought, from Plato’s Timaeus to Boethius’s Consolation of Philosophy. From a review of the book- The Goddess Natura in Medieval Literature by George D. Economou.

 Freesias- The Pacific Bulb Society

 

LATE WINTER, SUNDAY MORNING

Late winter, Sunday morning.

Beneath a sandstone outcrop,

near roads, and shops, and factories,

amongst the bracken and the blackberries,

sown by an airy serendipity,

a wild and white,

small scattering of freesias

soft-sweetens drifting breezes.

Thin bells of light

hold nectar for

the seeking bee.

So even in

this winter cityscape,

I see

Nature grows her small adornments-

softly, slowly, silently.