The Bookish Kind: To the Hollyhock

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

To the Hollyhock

I got to walk in Hollyhocks today. So lovely. It's like stepping back 100 years ago. I'm not sure why Hollyhocks seem such an old fashioned flower, but they do, and they are.

To the Hollyhock -

Sweet and pink, long and tall,

Surrounding like a fortress wall,

One hundred and some years ago,

Quaint and lovely, just as now.

~~Bookishkind

Joy

I will never tire of the wind,
be it a cold winter blast
that takes me off guard
with it's bitterness,
or an exhilarating spring or
fall tempest that sweeps me away.
I get caught up in it every time,
...it's as if the wind is calling
my name to come out and play.
The trees become my cohorts,
...those gentle giants that sway
back and forth with delight,
as they gracefully bend to and
fro - they get caught up every time,
too, and are surely clapping their
hands in mirth.
In these moments, I am a
beautiful bird who was made for nothing more than ascending
to the heights where the currents await me. Joy.

For the beauty of the earth