The Happiness of a Sunflower

Her face turns, the petals stretch toward the sunlight,
She stands tall, and ready for the nascent day,
Already seeing that the possibilities are bright —
She teaches me by showing, as her silent words say,

Stand, bloom, let worries not destroy,
The true light on your face will impart joy.



I could not resist writing a poem about this sunflower that I saw in the garden this morning. Shared with the Tuesday Platform.


This week, Chèvrefeuille invites us to write about friendship. Also, today happens to be the birthday of one of my dearest friends. 

Sprung from daisy chains
And friendship bracelets, spending
Girlhood together —
Becoming women beside
One another, love still strong.

Magic Of Nature

A haibun (posted late) for DVerse. I wrote a free-verse poem instead of prose for the first part. 

There is something about summer:

seeing big butterflies fluttering among

the green grass and magnificent

florescence — that makes me say

“Maybe there is true beauty,” even

if I need to watch it from inside.


Magic in nature:

unexpected happiness

held in the sunshine