Something about seven sunflowers..
Collected by bicycle, a busy bee, flying from one stand to the next,
seeking beauty and feeling the Sun shine rain joy on a cloudy day.
Humming old songs from Jamaica,
soft green-blue harmonies under a grey and threatening sky,
the rock-steady rhythm moves my feet peddling in sync with the tempo.
Down the dirt alleys, detouring through a familiar neighborhood,
up sidewalks, bumps, gravel and back onto the road.
Greeting all the great grand-mother trees that I ride beneath,
as they shelter me from the light rain falling.
Steady hold-protecting my glass jar of sunshine,
no hands on the handlebars gazing into a deep horizon,
smelling so strongly the details blowing, fall breeze in my face.
Arriving home, flowers in hand – gifts from the world to myself.
Singing, trimming stems, and offering cuttings back to the earth.
Arrangement is an aesthetic meditation.
Feeling for a gestalt,
a visual-spacial harmony,
makes my soul smile.
Sitting on a cozy floor warmed by a ceramic cup filled with contentment.
Sunshine in a vase,
on a coffee table.
There is something about finding sunshine a cloudy day…