The Placement Of Things

Deep in the forest

a heavy silence reigned.

Progressions

Midst the chaos and disorder,

unity shall prevail.

The Sunflowers

Come with me

into the field of sunflowers.

Their faces are burnished disks,

their dry spines 

creak like ship masts,

their green leaves,

so heavy and many,

fill all day with the sticky 

sugars of the sun.

Come with me

to visit the sunflowers,

they are shy 

but want to be friends;

they have wonderful stories

of when they were young -

the important weather,

the wandering crows.

Don't be afraid

to ask them questions!

Their bright faces, 

which follow the sun,

will listen, and all

those rows of seeds -

each one a new life! 

hope for a deeper acquaintance;

each of them, though it stands

in a crowd of many,

like a separate universe, 

is lonely, the long work

of turning their lives

into a celebration

is not easy. Come 

and let us talk with those modest faces,

the simple garments of leaves,

the coarse roots in the earth

so uprightly burning.

– Mary Oliver

A Gift

The benevolent sun overhead

governing its existence.

Commonplace

A Vivid Reminder Of Home

Everything Familiar

p o e t i c

m e t a p h o r s

In Retrospect

A time and a place.

By Way Of Happenstance

The location of things become

simple statements rooted

to their particular silences.

On This Day

Reflections afforded

by the habits of nature.

Interplay

The interplay of brightness and shadow

brings hidden facets to the world of light.