I don’t think there’s anything on this planet that more trumpets life than the sunflower. A satellite dish for sunshine. Wherever light is, no matter how weak, these flowers will find it. And that’s such an admirable thing. And such a lesson in life.
When the Moon is waning, this is your opportunity to release anything that no longer serves in your life. We all need to embrace the winds of change in life, clearing away the old and making room for the new ..
I shall Gather up All the lost souls That wander this earth All the ones that are alone All the ones that are broken All the ones that never really fitted in I shall gather them all up And together we shall find our home
Poem written by Athey Thompson Taken from A Little Book Of Poetry Tales of the old forest faeries Photograph from “Through the back door” by J Pickford and A Green
The winds are tangled in the wheat. In many a yellow breezy mass, The rich wheat ripened far away. They drive home the cows from the pastures, Up through the long shady lane, Where the quail whistles loud in the wheat-fields That are yellow with ripening grain. Like liquid gold the wheat-field lies, A marvel of yellow and green, That ripples and runs, that floats and flies, With the subtle shadows, the change—the sheen That plays in the golden hair of a girl.