Shared with the Writers’ Pantry this week. Magaly talks about keeping a sense of hope, and I wrote this even before reading that.
You are slowly opening:
Hope in nature’s bloom,
Showing what it is to wait,
And to give growth room.
Yellow petals reaching out,
Pretty little flower,
Like a set of open hands
With surprising power.
Captivating littleness,
Sowing seeds of your greatness.
revivedwriter 
Love this. Smallness being great
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I love this so much. The embracing of the little (giant) things that truly matter, the art of keeping hope in our hearts and cultivating it. And yes, I totally hope that your muse and mine were independently thinking of hope–we need a lot of that right now.
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“Like a set of open hands with surprising power,” .. now that’s gorgeous! 💝💝
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Thank you, Sanaa. That was the part I was a little unsure about, so your comment is encouraging.
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There’s usually more to a flower than meets the eye.
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The determination of growing things is often amazing, asserting themselves in cracks in sidewalks and some such. There is a courthouse in a small town not far from my city that has a tree growing from the top of it. It has become something of a phenomenon.
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Luv the hope unfurling. What a beautiful metaphor your sunflower have inspired to words. Thanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday today
Much💙💜💖💛💚love
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Hope in the bloom…so well written!
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Beautiful I especially love “Like a set of open hands
With surprising power.”
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I appreciate that, especially since that was the part that I was a little unsure about.
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Wonderful poem describing a blossoming flower plant. Applause!
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This is gently delightful!
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I love to follow the art of blooming, the anticipation, the joy of fully bloomed.
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This is a wonderful look at the majestic sunflower, well done.
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