Lowly, with a broken neck,
The crocus lays her cheek to mire.
- George Meredith
The rose that lives its little hour
Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
Silently a flower blooms,
In silence it falls away,
Yet here now,
at this moment,
at this place,
The world of the flower,
the whole of the world is blooming.
This is the talk of the flower,
the truth of the blossom.
The glory of eternal life is fully shining here.
- Zenkei Shibayama
The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places
in our hearts well out of proportion to their size.- Gertrude S. Wister