Plum blossoms swell in the late winter rain showers. This is not the Asian plum species so revered in Chinese, Korean, Japanese poetry for its resistance to winter and symbolism of strength through adversity and patience.
This plum blossom is without poetry tradition. It unfolds without history of poetics, timeless. It is simply a late winter blossom filled with the promise of longer days and fruit in summer. So easily expresses the poetry of wild space; without words, concepts, and meaning.
Near to plum is rhubarb; a quintessential spring tonic. Powerful medicine for waking up the system and aligning with Spring. These leaves are small, young, and compressed; like green lightning. Everything begins in the small; easily changing what needs to change and leading to bigger events of season.
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