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Posted by Barry Sultanoff on June 02, 1999 at 21:34:12:

In Reply to: Weave Poetry Section: add yours! posted by Penny on May 31, 1999 at 15:09:48:

The sunflowers have much to teach us about the cycles of life, aging, and death....of pride, arrogance, and the fall to humilty and Oneness with all things.....


Bright as bonnets
they nod in the wind,
inviting each current they meet;
on thick, substantial stalks
that yield,
yet promise permanence,
reliable as sunrise.

Do you hear them whispering,
basking in the autumn sun,
the chatter of eternal youth
comes launched upon
each ladder
on its certain rung,
the slippages undone?

Preferring sun,
they learn
there is a time for fertile rain.
Black clouds roll, aroused,
ahead of rustling sheets
of piercing Arctic air.
Heavy raindrops mate and fall,
as yellow petals mist
and dampen gold.

Drenched, released,
the flowers drop their skyward faces,
face the earth
as crystal tears
unwind their way
around the spiny shafts.

The moistened ground agrees
to take another rounded seed,
receives the gift of cycling:
Every year
the new ones come
as elder faces crack
and rain their cache of blackened fruit,
let go the dreams that led them
on their journey to the sun---

on days like this,
when potent truths
of ripening
come home.

Barry Sultanoff

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