Monday, November 30, 2009

Sunning Flower

Winter Sunflower, encaustic, 6" x 8"

I am like the head of a sunflower these days, following the sun whenever it decides to burn a hole in the thick gray comforter in the sky. On those days when it appears I turn to it, pale face to fiery face, and declare my allegiance. I pledge allegiance to the sun and the way it warms my bones, may it penetrate my eyes, those longing, yearning rods and cones.

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