Is This What Nature Is All About?

Walking Sunflower

Every day
corruption
left for interpretation

Smell of orange
perhaps
sunrays

Chilled
shifting
night overcomes

Grab a hold
you are about to be taken
on a bumpy ride

Deception
let your imagination do the walking
or talking
or creating

Hidden
hunger
yearning

Release the emotion
don’t run
sunflowers are inviting

Come home
Dear or Deer
I am waiting

Let go…
it is only a field
of burning bushes


Life

Birth gave you hope of a brand new day.
You didn’t quite understand what you would be expected to do
as mother, teacher and wife.

Applauds filled the room for the sweet baby girl. Precious sweet baby.
But what applauds did you get? You were overlooked as you helplessly
coddled this new life form.

You are no more a mother, teacher, or wife than the rushing rain
pounding the window pane. Or the west wind that brings with it a
lawn of tumble weeds.

All night you wonder.

Perfection. Close to the delicate petal of an untouched orchid
or the sweet smell of lilacs in full bloom.
A little slice of heaven.