Listen to the flowers!

Cherry

By Rhiannonw

Wed, 11 Mar 2026
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Their language is colour, and shade,
scent, and delicacy,
texture, complexity –
what do they say?
with eyes to see, and mind to think,
you’ll hear! – They speak display
for praise of their beauty:
design so sublime,
exquisite; 
and the daffodils trumpet their joy in the way
the days are now lengthening, warming for spring,
the snowdrops glow pleasure their flow will begin
the growth after winter’s cold frozen days;
and bluebells convey their soft, cosy haze.
Celandines sparkling and shouting delight,
and primrose smiles’ gentle sight;
then choir of summer sing volumes – 
oh, what a show
and autumn’s chrysanthemums’ belated glow
before the return of the cold and the ice–
will this suffice
to brighten our days
and hear language clear
of beauty unnecessary –
treasure
just to give pleasure
for viewer,
and Giver, Creator.

[IP: The language of flowers]

 

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Comments

Submitted by memphis on

Once again, Rhiannonw, you have blown me away with your craftsmanship.

The picturesque language incites my senses and appreciation of not only looking at the flowers.

But to learn to listen to the flowers, as well as to what they have to say.

To brighten my day. Greatful!..

Alex Alexander

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

thank you, Alex. Flowers have such beauty, especially when you look closely - at some so small, but so amazingly structured and coloured, and as with all creation it 'speaks' to us of such a Designer and skilful Creator! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you for the cherries. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by marandina on

"..and the daffodils trumpet their joy in the way
the days are now lengthening, warming for spring.."

You have captured the language of flowers so adriotly here, Rhiannon.

A cornucopia of colour.

Glorious!

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Your poem is so evocative of those cottage gardens of old, when flowers were treasured by floriculturists for their treatments and how they help people.

I don't think you can beat a garden that's full of colour and tended by a professional. 

Your poem is beautifully conveyed and your words are vibrant along with those gorgous photos.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you, Jenny. The wild flowers are beautiful too! especially when you look closely at their smaller blooms, or when there is a mass of them as in bluebells woods or snowdrop or daffodil woods near here! 

Sorry to see you are still having to wait and rest. Would it be worth phoning the hospital to ask them to check with the doctor who ordered the antibiotics whether you should have more, or otherwise speak to someone at your surgery? Rhiannon 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thanks for thinking of me Rhiannon. The hospital said it would be a number of weeks before they contact me, so I just have to remain patient. The coughing is becoming productive, so that's a bonus for me. I'm managing to get things done, so it's not too bad. If things become unbearable then I will phone, but for now I'm coping.

But thank you again.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

and the daffodils trumpet their joy in the way
the days are now lengthening, warming for spring,
the snowdrops glow pleasure their flow will begin
the growth after winter’s cold frozen days;
and bluebells convey their soft, cosy haze.
Celandines sparkling and shouting delight,
and primrose smiles’ gentle sight;

love how you make colour a voice for the wildflowers! I have wondered, while wandering about in the woods, how bumblebees find patches of yellow iris or clumps of bugle in among all the trees. I guess, before chemical dyes and stuff, perhaps for people, too, wildflowers were an intense colour not often seen, a treat for eyes.
Beautiful poem, Thank You

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

thanks. I think some flowers have detail of pattern visible to some insects but too far in the ultraviolet range for us to see! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Nolan on

Made me think of William Blake he saw fairies and elves and dwarves in the flowers as a child he was considered insane but harmless. Lived in poverty with his family. Better imafgination you will find nowhere.

Keep well Rhiannon, lovely poem! Nolan &

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I appreciate his lively imagination, but iIt's not imaginary beings that the flowers speak to me of but, but the wonder of the God who has creted them so beautirully and skilfully! Rhiannon