Wonder, by Mark Smith Mother Nature works her magic in some of the strangest places. I know of one of those spaces, where cold concrete meets hard red brick. Between that brick and grey concrete, I saw a tip of green appear, and grow, as warmer days drew near, beside a busy city street. Then sun and rain transformed that green into yellow springtime flowers. Color brought to a barren scene, courtesy of magic powers. These lone pansies reminded me, there still is wonder here to see.
I love the pansy story and Mark’s poem so much. I was reminded of a time I was driving south on Route 1 from Bath to Brunswick and noticed something growing between the concrete median and the busy road. It was a sunflower! Traffic was flying by this flower and there appeared no bit of earth to support it. It seemed pretty miraculous to me, and I still look for such wonders when I travel by that spot.
Thanks for the reminder to keep eyes open for chance encounters with beauty.
LOVE the story about the sunflower. Sunflowers are some of my favorite flowers. To me, they look like bright smiling faces. (Same with black-eyed Susans.) The idea that one would plunk itself down on that stretch of route 1 is pretty amazing. What a glorious thing to witness!
Thank you!
I love the pansy story and Mark’s poem so much. I was reminded of a time I was driving south on Route 1 from Bath to Brunswick and noticed something growing between the concrete median and the busy road. It was a sunflower! Traffic was flying by this flower and there appeared no bit of earth to support it. It seemed pretty miraculous to me, and I still look for such wonders when I travel by that spot.
Thanks for the reminder to keep eyes open for chance encounters with beauty.
LOVE the story about the sunflower. Sunflowers are some of my favorite flowers. To me, they look like bright smiling faces. (Same with black-eyed Susans.) The idea that one would plunk itself down on that stretch of route 1 is pretty amazing. What a glorious thing to witness!