Popped-up, golden yellow plume
swinging like a colorful balloon.

Dancing, swaying in the breeze,
I’m laughing at this nature’s tease.

As if she says, “I’m here to stay”,
not so bashful in any way.

Blessed is the one who will harvest her seeds,
husking the shell’s tear-shaped beads.

Giant eyes of color see,
such wonderful expression of nature’s beauty.

Consider the source
of this Creator’s choice

To give us that brown-eyed bloom larger than life,
and enjoy it’s crisp color, sharp as a knife.

Stands at attention like soldiers in a row,
this flower lives to let everyone know,

Just how lovely her color’s glow
wondering where her next seeds she’ll sow.

Hidden for next summer when she’ll pop open the soil,
again to show off her color’s royal.

Michele Harte
5/10/09 copyright

Detail "Facing the Sun"  Kiera Korte, Age 12