SUNFLOWERS

Sunlight on sunflowers

Ridiculous explosions.

Yellow gold screaming.

Deep green curly-point pods,

Clustering choruses of ecstatic anticipation.

Beauty so vivid the soul aches with wonder,

Struggling to take it in.

 

Bees in pollen-caked pajamas

Feast in diligent adoration.

Vein smattered, hail battered leaves,

Alcove for celebrating ants.

Jack-in-the-Beanstalk stems,

Sticky, hairy, and thick

Steadfast in wind and rain.

 

Such extravagance

For a seed so small and black!

Spending it’s entire existence,

Chasing the sun.

Reaching, growing, yearning,

Finally, gasping,

Into orgasmic bloom.

 

Moonlight on sunflowers

Glistens,

Color fading into

Dreamy silhouettes

Dancing silently.

Night sky slides onward

Above their family reunion.

 

Might we be that beautiful?

Small-beginning, sacred survivors

Of rugged-weather wounds and losses.

Surprised by joy,

Shadow dancing,

Rooted in Dirt, seeking Light;

Bridges between Earth and Heaven.