I took this pic (original is at the top left) on Thursday afternoon and thought it would be fun to play with. I cropped out the buildings and street to focus on the sky. I really love the feathery clouds!
They say all good things Come in small packages: A bit of fine chocolate, The quick whiff of jasmine, An unbroken seashell, A delicate hummingbird, The purr of a kitten, A few kindhearted words. A smattering of dewdrops On a miniature blossom Glisten like tears At the return of the dawn. One night at a time Is how I get through— Each, a minuscule victory Since I lost you.
I had such a wonderful birthday weekend, full of family and fun and hugs and smiles and delicious treats. One of the cool things we did was visit the Carlsbad flower fields. This is where they grow a rainbow ocean of blooms to sell to flower shops and grocery stores. It was an incredible experience to see all the beautiful blossoms in one place!
There were also food vendors, plants for sale, and a great cover band. Truly lovely.
Freakin’ sea lions, Jack grumbled to himself. Always think they know everything. But he had to be nice to Sally because she knew where the choice trout hung out. “You were right. Again,” he admitted. “That was a disgusting human, not one of the piquant seals I love.”
Sally nodded and lionsplained. “It’s easy for you sharks to mistake one for the other. The humans look a little like seals in those wetsuits, and let’s face it, you guys don’t have the best judgment. But I’m sorry your lunch is ruined, Jack. I’ll help you find some trout for dinner later, for I am an expert fish finder. Try not to get in any trouble for the next few hours.”
Jack rolled his eyes and stared at the seabirds winging across the sky. If only he could be freed from this watery hell and grab up some delicious land food, like a goat or a golden retriever, mmm. Oh well. He dove back into the depths.
A lost baby tuna approached him. “Pardon the imposition. Do you know the way to San Francisco?”
The bee buzzed a secret to the rose, who swore she’d never tell. But the days grew cold and her head drooped low; the burden became too heavy for her withering petals. She whispered the words to a vagabond crow–what could it hurt, this wandering bird? But he sold the news for a scatter of seeds. The tree promised to keep the secret to herself. She did until the sweet southern wind came around once more, tapping at her door. Her blushing leaves gave the secret up to him.
This is why there’s no honey this sad, sad spring.
The line of ducks is quiet As the willow weeps beside me; We have formed a strange alliance In the shadows of this silence. River ripples blue and violet, Untroubled by a conscience; Forgetting is asylum, When my mind becomes an island.
Pink-petaled carpet welcomes eager feet, and blossoms scent the air with possibilities. Golden butterflies shimmer like sun-kissed wishes. One snowy egret stands sentry at the pond, while fat green ducks float by serenely. Our hands touch as a squirrel demands our attention, his tail fluffed, and onyx eyes begging for a treat. Alas, our pockets are empty of nuts and seeds, but our hearts are full of Spring’s sweet song.
Cherry blossom dreams Linger long in memory After love has gone
Will children born today have a better or worse life than their parents? I think the question is will they have a life at all? Would a devastated planet even be worth survival? We’ve all seen dystopian movies, and that may soon be reality for the few who escape the initial nuclear onslaught. It will make all our debates about gender identity and too much social media immediately irrelevant. The children of dystopia won’t have to worry about doing their homework. A murderous monster has his finger on the button, and we are all holding our collective breath, hoping for a miracle in the land of sunflowers.
Last time the world fell For a Jewish male savior It ended badly
Welcome to my Random Friday Prompt! This week, let’s work with a sunflower theme. Poems, flash fiction, personal essays… all are welcome, and there is no time limit. My haiku is below and I look forward to reading your work.
Resilient beauty Scatter your seeds on the wind You will rise again
“What on earth would possess such a vibrant young woman to jump off a cliff?” Ned mused as he took in the beautiful view. “Even if she were depressed, simply hiking up here should have put Carolyn in a better mood. I know I feel great! How about you, Nancy?”
Nancy shrugged. “I feel good, but I don’t think you understand depression, Ned. It’s not cured by seeing a pretty lake. Carolyn had been spiraling down for months and her pride was completely destroyed when Curt walked out on her like that.”
“I’m glad you’re so much more grounded,” Ned said, unzipping his backpack. “Hypothetically speaking, if I were to serve you with divorce papers today, you certainly wouldn’t jump off this mountain, would you?”
“Of course not.” Nancy smiled at him. “I’d push you off. Oh look, a bald eagle!”
Ned quietly closed his backpack and focused his camera on the bird instead.