A Solstice Amaryllis

The Christmas Amaryllis Tale

December 4, 2017

Photo by J. Harrington

December 14, 2017

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December 16, 2017

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December 19, 2017

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December 20, 2017

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December 21, 2017

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Perhaps the laggards will arrive by Christmas, or maybe the Epiphany?

                     Amaryllis

By Connie Wanek

A flower needs to be this size

to conceal the winter window,

and this color, the red

of a Fiat with the top down,

to impress us, dull as we've grown.

Months ago the gigantic onion of a bulb

half above the soil

stuck out its green tongue

and slowly, day by day,

the flower itself entered our world,

closed, like hands that captured a moth,

then open, as eyes open,

and the amaryllis, seeing us,

was somehow undiscouraged.

It stands before us now

as we eat our soup;

you pour a little of your drinking water

into its saucer, and a few crumbs

of fragrant earth fall

onto the tabletop. 

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