Sunflower Hunt by Joyce Winslow is available now!
Like tarot’s Fool, starting his grand adventure by stepping off a cliff into the great unknown, we begin life’s journey naively, unprepared for the challenges we may face. Life doesn’t always meet our expectations but in the end we may be the wiser for it.
Joyce Winslow’s poems offer a wider perspective, glimpses of magic underlying the mundane. Each poem is an act of quiet noticing, meditations arising from observations of nature and life’s many cycles. Beautifully illustrated with mystical pen and ink drawings by her late husband Tom Hughes, Sunflower Hunt will resonate with readers who have pondered the same mysteries as the poet while navigating life on earth.
Those who enjoy the poems of Naomi Shihab Nye, Wallace Stevens, and Rumi will find a kindred spirit in this book.
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What People Are Saying…
I’ve just re-read your lovely book, Sunflower Hunt, and was impressed again by its lyrical beauty. I wanted more! This collection has a beautiful unity and it definitely conveys a soul who is connected to nature, or who longs for that connection.
Barbara Riddle, author of The Girl Pretending to Read Rilke
What a rich and delightful collection! – Joyce Winslow’s beautiful and evocative poems accompany her splendid artwork in this collection. We keep it on our coffee table to pick up and turn to a page to read and reflect upon for anytime upliftment!
Nancy Levine, author of The Tao of Pug
Joyful and Evocative! – These poems evoke a sense of wonder while grounding you in the spirit of the moment and of nature…It seems that this poetry both sees the relatable human experience and celebrates its wonder. I am grateful that I read this book! It would make an excellent gift for graduations, birthdays, Mother’s Day, etc.
Emily Ridout, founder of the International School of AstroYoga and author of AstroYoga for an Aquarian Age
From the book…
Sunflower Hunt
You went searching sunflowers,
Sure of the ripe bloom,
Certain that with its seeds
You could sow the sun.
You expected a field of brilliance
At the end of the road:
A place to roll, a solitude,
An end.
O and there were sunflowers,
And some in the shapes you had supposed.
And there was a field, but it held
Thistles too, and lonely grasses—
Blooms unnamed… colors untried
There was a field, but there was no
End of the road. Instead was a cloud
To draw you,
Promising no place and no thing,
Taking you beyond sunflowers
And beyond fields…
But how could you know, how could you know?
Joyce Winslow is an artist and writer in Eugene, Oregon. Her poetry has been published in the Northwest Poets and Artists Calendar and the Northwest Review’s Anthology of Eugene Writers. She has published feature articles in various newspapers and periodicals including Southwest Art Magazine, Ceramics Monthly, The Willamette Valley Observer, and the University of Oregon’s monthly IT Connection.