Barely Unfurled

What drew me to this rose today?

the pink of it’s newness did call to me but did not notice and pass. 

Close, I took this image as if the delicate rose deserved a place on this page. Or maybe I deserved to 

carry it’s tenderness with me, knowing that ‘this too shall pass’ as the summer also blossoms only to fade and vanish 

never to be seen again but a new tender rose will blossom on the same rosebush in the new year. 

“Come out here where the roses have opened. Let soul and world meet.”

~ Rumi

Namaste

It is only an image I see ~

diaphanous white robes held 

up to the sun in Namaste

while purple carpets roll forth

waiting for raindrops or butterflies

its beauty open to bees, welcome

to gather nectar while this short life

gives thanks to the universe for its being.

“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.”

~ Gérard de Nerval, French poet

(1808 - 1855)

Quote from southernliving.com

Adrift

To watch these white clouds 

adrift against this azure sky

that yesterday was gray 

and cold seems impossible 

and yet on this first 

summer’s day do float aloft.

  

“A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves.”

~ Marcel Proust

(from BrainyQuote)

On an Afternoon Walk ~ Reflections in Blue

Although the prairie sky has been 

muddied with troubled clouds, 

clouds gifting arid land with moisture, 

they may have overstayed their welcome

yet when I looked up I was in awe ~ 

the azure brilliance of clear skies 

stayed dampened and clotted with gray

while great blue glass office buildings 

reflected their tint into the sky

to join with nature’s softness.

“No house should ever be on a hill or on anything. 

It should be of the hill. Belonging to it. Hill and house 

should live together each the happier for the other.”

~ Frank Lloyd Wright, architect

It is Never

It is never the tree trunk 

but the cedar boughs surrounding it 

and the wanton branch sneaking up 

its great furrowed bark. Maybe it is

a shoot that arose from the grand old tree’s roots or maybe a root from another tree crawled 

across the street beneath asphalt

where ordinary cars, utility vans 

with a business scrolled on the side 

or a lumbering bus, full of a multitude of passengers, 

nonchalantly traveling hither and yon. Regardless, together the grand old trunk,

the cedar boughs and the wayward shoot

suggest the progress we all make in our lives

crawling beneath asphalt and under the

rumble and noise of today’s progress

I think I’d like to grow as steadily as 

the grand old elm, the spreading cedar or 

maybe the determined shoot of some other tree.

“Progress takes time and discipline.”

~ Ronnie Coleman

(from brainyquote.com)

Deep Roots

Deep roots of belief

hold fast 

to the weight of 

new confidence with

balance and growth.

“Deep roots are not reached by the frost.”

~ J.R.R.Tolkien

Look to the Sun

cones of tiny white flowers

look to the sun

for life and for energy

“Learn from flowers - always angle towards the Sun.”

~ Maureen Joyce Connolly, author