Sun and Moon

Oil on canvas. 4" x 4" x 1"  2013

Purchase here. 

Come with me

 into the field of sunflowers. 

  Their faces are burnished disks, 

   their dry spines


creak like ship masts, 

 their green leaves,  

  so heavy and many, 

   fill all day with the sticky


sugars of the sun. 

 Come with me

  to visit the sunflowers, 

   they are shy


but want to be friends; 

 they have wonderful stories

  of when they were young- 

   the important weather, 


the wandering crows. 

 Don't be afraid

  to ask them questions! 

    Their bright faces, 


which follow the sun, 

 will listen, and all

  those rows of seeds-

    each one a new life!-


hope for a deeper acquaintance; 

 each of them, though it stands

  in a crowd of many,

   like a separate universe, 


is lonely, the long work

 of turning their lives

  into a celebration

   is not easy. Come


and let us talk with those modest faces,

 the simple garments of leaves, 

  the coarse roots of the earth

   so uprightly burning. 


-Mary Oliver