This morning we walked the Churchyard again, this time with the photographer for Cornwall Today, a local magazine where our project is to be featured in the May edition. Every journey into the Churchyard is a revelation – more stones discovered and different Spring flowers in bloom. Today it is Celandines, Primroses and Daffodils.
This beautiful poem by Linda Gregg is most appropriate for today.
In Praise of Spring – Linda Gregg
The day is taken by each thing and grows complete.
I go out and come in and go out again,
confused by a beauty that knows nothing of delay,
rushing like fire. All things move faster
than time and make a stillness thereby. My mind
leans back and smiles, having nothing to say.
Even at night I go out with a light and look
at the growing. I kneel and look at one thing
at a time. A white spider on a peony bud.
I have nothing to give, and make a poor servant,
but I can praise the spring. Praise this wildness
that does not heed the hour. The doe that does not
stop at dark but continues to grow all night long.
The beauty in every degree of flourishing. Violets
lift to the rain and the brook gets louder than ever.
The old German farmer is asleep and the flowers go on
opening. There are stars. Mint grows high. Leaves
bend in the sunlight as the rain continues to fall.