In winter, camellias bloom.
(Japanese roses, I was once told.
I don’t know if that’s true, but
I like to think it. It makes them
for me a symbol of Reiki healing,
which began in Japan … although
it really began in the far-off first
morning of the world.)
In winter, camellias bloom.
A friend brings me a red one
from her garden. I have
the perfect vase. In a home
cluttered with books and papers,
I place it in the centre of my kitchen
on a plain wooden board
on top of the 'island'.
In winter, camellias bloom.
Another friend arranges them
for when I visit, around
the edges of a big shallow bowl:
alternating deep pink and pale.
Then she gives them to me.
I find two shallow plates, one
for each colour. They float serene.
In winter, rejoice! Camellias bloom.
Shared today at my Instagram profile and with dVerse OpenNight #387.