We have had a lot of rain in the last few days. Everything is flooded. The Opening Day games for baseball have all been delayed (and for my husband and I, that’s a big annoyance!).
I feel like we could all use a little sunshine, after such a long, cold winter, and now all this rain! Can’t we get a break?
This is just a happy poem. I love fresh flowers in my home. I’m not much of a domestic decorator, but there’s something about a happy splash of color on the kitchen counter, isn’t there?
The Way Sunshine Smells
Ten daffodils stand in a pasta sauce jar
giving up their moment of prime
to brighten this cluttered kitchen table.
Yellow lovelies, I am honored
to have you here. Outside you’d be
just another bit of the great flowering world,
but in my kitchen, among the papers,
the bottles, the bananas growing tired
in the bowl, you are amazement itself.
Outside amid the orange blossoms,
the roses, the sweet allysum,
your light scent would be lost.
Here, you turn this morning kitchen
Into a festival of fragrance–you
are the way sunshine smells.