Rain Lily

The rain lilies are back and all it took was some water from the sky.
White flowers on tender green stalks in front of fences and bordering the roads.

I went for a walk yesterday and noticed that this year we had less bluebonnets and indian paintbrushes.  But lo and behold, there was an infusion of beautiful rain lilies growing wild everywhere.  Last year, my neighbor’s front yard was a riot of blues and reds but this time, it was white and green.  Spring has been muted this year but what struck me is how nature compensates.  When we have less of one, something else grows in its place.  Life continues eternally despite us humans who would like to pretend we run everything around here according to a master schedule.

Rain Lily
Where did you come from
Little white one?
Seeking your place, your face to the Sun
Untended, unloved, swept in by the rain
Nature’s understudy to the favored Bluebonnet
Sprouting out of cracks in pavements
Tender roots taking hold against stone
Standing strong next to Heaven’s own…

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Change and the Redbud tree

I know Spring is on its way when the Redbud tree that stands right in front of my living room window starts giving out beautiful pink buds.  It is hard to express adequately the miracle of a tree so bare all through winter, suddenly go from stark brown to magenta.  Is magenta even the right color, I don’t know.

But there she is again, emerging from her own winter of storms, freeze, winds, drought and still standing, still surviving, still blooming, still giving.  Nature accepts the inevitability of change and forges a graceful rhythm instead of standing up in arms.

My Redbud tree is not an exotic tree.  She is fairly common in Austin and pretty low maintenance.  Which is why I love her so and why she represents all what is precious, yet taken for granted on earth.

“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished. ~ Lao Tzu

She is like you and me, a hard working girl.  To my Redbud Tree, coming into her own once again.

My Red Bud TreeRedbud

On the barest branches of the red bud tree,
Stripped dry by winter’s harsh breath
Before the advent of tender green shoots,
Little pink buds courageously appeared
Declaring the rebirth of life
The bee, butterfly, bird and beast found
Their song again.

—Shaku Selvakumar

Rain Lily

I went for a walk yesterday and noticed that this year we had less bluebonnets and indian paintbrushes.  But lo and behold, there was an infusion of beautiful rain lilies growing wild everywhere.  Last year, my neighbor’s front yard was a riot of blues and reds but this time, it was white and green.  Spring has been muted this year but what struck me is how nature compensates.  When we have less of one, something else grows in its place.  Life continues eternally despite us humans who would like to pretend we run everything around here according to a master schedule.

Rain Lily
Where did you come from
Little white one?
Seeking your place, your face to the Sun
Untended, unloved, swept in by the rain
Nature’s understudy to the favored Bluebonnet
Sprouting out of cracks in pavements
Tender roots taking hold against stone
Standing strong next to Heaven’s own roses
Neglected, children of the slum
To stay for a while and leave unnoticed
Like love that grows in unexpected places
You are no less, oh wild, pale beauty
A touch of grace, to each their fate
Demeter’s forgotten daughter
You are Persephone’s sweet, wistful laughter

—-© 2011 Shaku Selvakumar

Lilies and rocks