The color hunter

By Chris Heeter

I set out in the early morning,
knife in hand, ready for the hunt.
Walking quietly, respectfully
I head east towards the rising sun.
My prey (or is it pray?) is beauty.
I am a color hunter,
in search of sights and scents.
Stalking the stalks, I eye the sunflowers.
Magnificent in their repose,
beaming brightly, happily.
Are there but a few willing to grace our table?
I hunt not for the biggest or the brightest,
but for the little ones that would otherwise be lost.
I leave the largest heads for the birds,
seeking instead size and color
and some unspoken willingness to come inside.
I walk back to the house
with color and abundance cradled in my arms.


Chris Heeter, who runs The Wild Institute , is the author of Wild Thoughts, poems she publishes every Wednesday. You can sign up to receive a weekly poem in you e-mail inbox here. A letterpress collection of her poems, Wild Thoughts: Just Outside the Window, is published by Yileen Press .


♥ Braja said…
What a sensational shot....
ellen abbott said…
Yeah, great pic. Poem is nice too. I like that the writer looks for the ones willing to come in.
Rudee said…
A beautiful poem--as usual. Thank you for finding such thought provoking poetry. The picture is beautiful.
Derrick said…
Hi Kathleen,

Colour and abundance - should satisfy most of us!
Brian Miller said…
the pic plays so well with the words...such colors...
♥ Boomer ♥ said…
Very, Very NICE! Love how it leaves me feeling. Thank you. Hope you have a great day. With your attitude, I know you will. ♥
Anonymous said…
Lovely photo. Reminds me of strength & sunny disposition. Wonderful thoughts for the week. :)
Janie said…
Lovely poem and photo.
Grace Albaugh said…
As always, beautiful image with beautiful text.
By the way, how did you heal from your fall last month? Was thinking about you this morning. Hope you're well.
Sarah Laurence said…
Beautiful sunflowers and just the right poem for them! I love seeing them this time of year.
Mariana Soffer said…
The beautifull picture of the sunflower and the poem
reminded me of an old anechdote:
Van Gogh began painting in late summer 1888 and continued into the following year. One went to decorate his friend Paul Gauguin's bedroom. The paintings show sunflowers in all stages of life, from fully in bloom to withering. The paintings were innovative for their use of the yellow spectrum, partly because newly invented pigments made new colours possible.

In a letter to his brother Theo, wrote:

"It is a kind of painting that rather changes in character, and takes on a richness the longer you look at it. Besides, you know, Gauguin likes them extraordinarily. He said to me among other things - ''s...the flower.' You know that the peony is Jeannin's, the hollyhock belongs to Quost, but the sunflower is somewhat my own."
Kathleen said…
Braja: Thanks!

Ellen: I couldn't agree more!

Rudee: Can't go wrong with Chris Heeter!

Derrick: And a bit of opera, too!

Boomer: Thank you! How kind of you!

Anonymous: Strength& sunny disposition -- a great combination.

Janie: Thanks. Helps to have friends who are poets!

Grace: Nice to see you hear. My body's getting a lot of mending practice this year. All's well

Sarah: Glad you enjoyed the combo. The sunflowers are indeed a treat!

Mariana: Great piece of historical info. Thanks!

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