Wildflower; pick up your pretty head
It will get easier; your dreams are not dead.
—Nikki Rowe
The morning sun on the yellow gladiolas
The morning sun on the yellow gladiolas
Lights the first two petals
Making them seem to glow from inside
I love the gladiolas
And the long pine kitchen table
Where they wait in a round-bottomed white pitcher
And I love the morning sun that first shines
On any flower in that place
Roses or daisies or various colors of alstroemeria,
Tulips or daffodils
An occasional blooming bougainvillea from the trellis or jasmine from the fence
Or amarylis, either white or red during the holiday season
All those flowers and others at this time or that
In a white pitcher or a blue and white pot or a turquoise or crystal vase
Or my mother’s black painted vessel
Any touched through the window by early sunlight
Inching its way across the waiting petals
Light me next!
And flashing off the blue bottles on the outside bottle tree
Giving them their own inner light
Before sliding over the crystals at the window
To shoot rainbows on the ceiling
And across to the far wall
Every step full of its own joy
Oh yes, every sunny morning
I love the gladiola petals lighted from the inside
I love the morning sun and the crystal rainbows
And the bottle tree
Each morning I notice and remember to know
Right now
Everything is easier
Dreams flourish.
—Dale Midgette Smith, July 2017
Janice Rous
What a lovely way to start my day of travelling
I can see myself at your table enjoyed ng your flowers and the sun filled room
Tx
Dale Midgette Smith
Janice, thank you, my dear, and happy travels to you…
Diane Homrich
This is so lovely.
Funny….I had a dream about you last night…your beautiful hair and beautiful big smile…you were so happy…that makes me happy too.
xoxo Diane
Dale Midgette Smith
Somehow I missed your comment, Diane. Thank you…it makes me happy! XOX
Jean Siegfried
I hope sharing these delightful images is a pleasure to you, and not a burden – like to come up with “something!” What lovely visuals your magical words create – thank you, thank you!
Debbie
Good Morning Dale,
The sun isn’t up yet so I am feeling like a wilted flower. It was just wonderful to read your poem just now. I will be a yellow gladiola this morning and let the Sun lift me up. A wonderful reading for my soul.
Dale Midgette Smith
Hi, Debbie, I am sorry to have missed your comment until now. Ah yes, deciding to be a yellow gladiola lifted by the sun. Good for you! And thank you. Love… Dale