Parenting Denoument

 

spring sunflowerShe lowers her gaze

Children scatter on the breeze

Garden’s empty nest

 

Shine On

frosty sunflower

 

Shine on, little one,

though your petals crack 

with cold and icy 

shivers lick hungry

at your tender throat.

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Shine on when Arctic

winds whisper white lies,

slanderous icebergs

distorting your image,

warping your purpose.

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Shine on when frosty

tentacles deaden

pulse, sluggish sap-drips

creeping in dead-end

veins, maze of the damned.

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Shine on despite cold

that hounds, ferocious

predator alert 

for signs of weakness,

patient for the kill.

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For your name is Light.

Your breath blooms as warm 

sunbeams. You were born

to spin straw into

gold; so shine, shine on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Unlikely Rays

bright sunflower

 

Golden hair is her halo –

lion’s mane, courage sprouting

from a heart enriched by dark

seeds sown on dark days in soil

black as pitch. Unlikely rays,

these; conceived where the sun won’t

shine, unwanted pregnancy

buried before birth, daring

to cling to more than it was

cracked up to be. Only Life

can mimic sunshine itself,

replicate such unbridled

nuclear energy, turn

the switch that kills Death dead,

lighting the way for us all.

 

Another Storm

Stormy Sunflower

Another storm,

another lightning-bolt from the same source.

She’s seen it all before.

She used to hide

under the bed with her blanket,

but today,

Emancipation Day,

she smiles,

stealing his thunder.

When Clouds Lose Their Temper

When clouds lose their temper,

they growl and rage;

they hiss and they thunder,

and don’t act their age.

They roil, drawing knitted brows

into dark frowns,

they cover the sun and spit at the ground.

Such rude misbehaviour

just can’t be ignored –

except by the sunflower,

who smiles all the more.

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Isn’t she the picture of peace under pressure?  There is something there that I want to emulate in my own heart…