Sunflowers

Follow the sun

-every sunflower does-

with all its brightness and warmth,

but only their heads move.

Roots tie them to

the soil below.

Yet, ever do they strain,

East to West, East to West

-day after day-

Up comes the sun,

the flowers point East.

The sun moves, they stare back.

So far away it seems;

nevertheless,

they reach,

but that reach will never be enough.

The sun, miles and miles away,

can hardly be expected to notice.

-their hope useless, their effort futile-

The sun cannot come down.

Surely they know?

Yet, how could they?

They stand tall, happily.

If they knew,

their heads would droop,

their color fade away.

But who could crush their hope,

darken their lives

with the sun’s seeming mockery?

I doubt I could.

The Wind’s Insistence

The wind fiddles with

anything loose

-Making noise,

fighting to be noticed-

Rustling the leaves,

causing the grass o shiver,

but most arresting

twiddling with my hair.

Gently, it flies with the tender push of air.

It ebbs and flows

like waves upon the ocean,

yet not quite so consistent.

The winds insistence often annoys me

Playfully tossing my hair about

-into my eyes, brushing my face-

It’s only a delicate reminder;

the wind whispering,

“I’m here. Don’t forget me.”

Yet, still I rebuke it,

unmindful of its plea.

Huffing and puffing, I fling my hair away.

For a moment,

the wind dies

-hurt, disappointed-

A moment later, it picks up again,

hopeful, yet, that I will

give promising attention.

Falling Snow

Laying, with my head, resting

against the frozen ground,

crunching leaves, shh… not a sound

I watch the snowflakes filter down

through that winding labyrinth of limbs,

from the sky up above

to the earth far below.

Their path curves and curls,

any route, but straight and simple.

One moment lifted, floating, up high

the next plummeting, crying goodbye.

Yet, with the wind’s folly,

riding the breeze once again.

I watch these delicate frames,

gliding and falling.

But soon, the shivers and frost overcome.

I head toward home

-warmth’s lure too strong-