Awaiting
In the midst of a flaming fall,
The last sunflower, grown up tall,
Has on its head a spiked green crown,
Not yet blossomed, all alone.
But when it blooms, so new and bright,
All the world will see its light.
I Sing of Life
I sing of sunflowers, smoke, and rain,
Of new-mown grass and meadowed plains,
Of blooming flowers and dying trees,
Of rivers and clouds and Autumn leaves.
I sing of defying every odd,
Of aloe's growth and duckling's plod,
Of a stray weed, never pulled,
Which blossomed into brown and gold.
I sing of mem'ries of happier times,
Of cake we ate, and trees we climbed,
Of presents wrapped and shaken and torn,
Of people married and babies born.
I sing of life, in all its glory,
God's great and never-ending story,
Of friends and family, events and food,
And I shout to the Lord, "It is good!"
Inspired Two Nights Before the Debate
"Bring me the sunset in a cup,"
Or paint it for me with words.
Never mind, I'll do it myself,
If you find it so absurd.
I'll start with last week's finest night,
For I watched 'til it was black;
The glowing lavender shade of sky
Stopped me in my tracks.
The sky was streaked with pink, I know,
And illuminated yellow on the horizon:
I still remember it, over the houses,
So gorgeous I simply had to keep my eyes on.
It was during a game of hide-and-seek,
So though I hid behind the fence,
I backed so far I could easily be seen,
All to adore the glorious expanse.
But still I hid, and still I watched,
And never was I found.
What a privilege to watch
The welkin from the ground!