They are dead,
the sunflowers,
all petal-less and brown,
and I almost uprooted them
from the garden,
almost tossed aside
their tall brittle stalks,
their heavy bowed heads,
but see today how
the small gray birds
flutter amongst the dead
and dive for dark seeds,
how the garden air shimmers
with dozens of wings.
Patience, I think,
with whatever we believe
is lost—
so much beauty survives
even after a frost.
Thank you for this!
This image, the fluttering of wings rising over what was thought to be lost, is balm for my heart today. It’s just what I needed, and I am grateful for you and for these well said words.
Namasté, Augusta
Thank you, Augusta,
What a strange world it is, yes? So much destruction, and yet beauty.
Sending you hugs as you do the good work you do,
rosemerry
From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Sunday, October 1, 2017 at 5:28 AM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “Though It Doesn’t Look Like What I Expected”