beds of bowing
in beauty, not weeping
from weary, caught under
careful clouds; to comfort, not
to crush, sweet simplicity in growing
gardens, growing gold, going on, going green.
Sight sees, on Sundays, harmony reigning majestically.
All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
3 thoughts on “GOLDEN HARMONIES”
Beautiful, Damien. I like “bowing in beauty, not weeping. . .”
Coincidentally, I just read a post about sunflowers used as a memorial and fundraiser for research for childhood brain cancer.
Thanks you my dear Merril. Sunflowers do have a certain childlike beauty to them. Goofy and clumsy at times, but beautiful, perhaps like children.
Lovely! Your poem matches with the feeling I have when I walk through a certain part of my hometown where a lot of sunflowers can be found in the gardens. Thank you!