They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.
-- Dejan Stojanovic
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Title: Quince Blossoms
Quince blossoms
Along with plum blossoms
Have bloomed beautifully
Proclaiming loudly that
The first phase of spring
Has arrived in town
Cold wind from the north
Still dominating in the air
Acting strong as if
He owned the whole world
Retreats from the field
Now awkwardly
The flowers of Light
Blooming bashfully
Touch the hearts of those
Craving for the arrival of Primavera
木瓜の花 咲いた。
梅の花とともに 咲いた。
早春を告げる花 咲いた。
風はまだ冷たいけど
心を温めてくれる花
きれいに. 咲いた。
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Prophecy
“When beauty perches on a blossom throne, warmth will creep into the world.”
There weren’t many prophecies that baffled me like this one. And not just me; other students of the prophecies didn’t manage to agree on its meaning either.
Some took it to convey that the world would come to an end when a particularly beautiful flame sparked, and whenever the latest disaster was averted, oracles who strongly believed in this interpretation would nudge each other meaningfully and boast they’d always been confident that this flame, metaphorical or not, had been too average or even ugly—no matter how loudly their terrified sobs had rung through the temple mere minutes ago.
Others, predictably, saw something about “blossoms” and “warmth”, and firmly stuck their minds to the gutter, never to release them again.
More historically interesting, people in our regions had held out hopes of prosperity throughout the centuries, every time someone halfway good-looking ascended the throne. Whether the tradition of dressing those budding royals in flowers or blossom patterns had already existed before the registration of this prophecy was unknown.
But I know the actual truth now. I stepped into the garden in late March with no other purpose than to admire the quince blossoms, and I spotted a small spider on a candy-red petal. This was no prophecy at all; this was a statement, an observation recurring every year: spring would come and warm our hearts.
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[Image description: Close-up of a cluster of red blossoms of a Japanese quince shrub. A small, light brown spider perches on one of the petals. In the bottom right corner of the photo, closest to the viewer, there are shiny green leaves, and the rest of the shrub makes up the background.]
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