Don Gray
Art Essays, Art Criticism & Poems
Sunflower, Deep-Rooted...A PoemOrange, yellow petals halo dark circles, seek the flaming sun from which they take their name, their lives. Who can understand what the golden flower knows; how soundly grounded, rooted, fixed in place it is. All see its cheery face consorting with the wind, turning toward the light, while hundreds of white roots cluster in a large, hidden ball bigger than its bloom, buried in the darkness away from casual eyes. Each separate strand, a serpentine hand, clasping nourishment, anchors tall stalk and heaven-reaching, seeded head, rock-solid in the nurturing soil. This subtle, unseen rootedness, melding firmly with earthy planet's flesh, while seeking highest sky... metaphor of the life of man, what might, should be; the union of transcendence, earth's reality. Copyright by Don Gray
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