My cactus (which is older than I am) blooms (most years) late in December, around the Winter solstice. Yet this is the first week of Spring, and the plant is still budding and blossoming. I’d like to read meaning into the extraordinary. I’d like to find in it a sign of better times. —I know, Nature doesn’t work that way. Omens are only in the eye of the beholder. Plants live in a world of weather and water, sun and soil. They have nothing to say about health, or romance, or democracy. Satiny pink and red flowers: complex, pendulous, unexpected.
Copyright 2017 by Brian Dean Powers
Published in the May 7, 2017 edition of The Drabble