one of my daughters

gave me

a small bunch of peonies

when suddenly

one bloomed 

 making a very grand entrance.

—

“a flower does not use words to announce its arrival to the world; it just blooms.”
― matshona dhliwayo, canadian philosopher, entrepreneur, and author

morning, out walking, seeing the sun hit just right, on this poppy

—

‘of all of  the wonderful things in the wonderful universe,

nothing seems to me more surprising

than the planting of a seed in the blank earth and the result thereof.

take that poppy seed, for instance;

it lies in your palm, the merest atom of matter,

hardly visible, a speck, a pin’s point in bulk,

but within it is imprisoned a spirit of beauty ineffable,

which will break its bonds

and emerge from the dark ground

and blossom in a splendor so dazzling

as to baffle all powers of description. ‘

*Celia Thaxter

*Celia Thaxter,( 1835 – 1894) was an American writer of poetry and stories. For most of her life, she lived on the Isles of Shoales, a group of islands off the coasts of New Hampshire and Maine.