Poetry on 12/16


Sunflower,
If I could hold your heart in my hands, I so would. I would caress my cheekbone with your pedals.
I want to blow on your face. I want to inhale your beauty with my nostrils. I want to water you and watch you grow. I want to know how to reach you, and your descendants to see their beauty too.
I hope only rainforests know wetter seasons. Reach out to me like a great Sequoia when the dew clears. Help me walk the trails surrounded by your hopes, cedar, peaks and valleys. Please.
Rushing rivers and their turbulence, rattle my earbones.
Good poetry