Pam Drapala

Sunflowers

One hundred seeds scattered

one by one, emerge from sleep

lift faces, yellow blossoms,

and paint themselves against

the cobalt sky--The ancient

star caresses. The earth provides,

while creatures build, among

the stalks, and shadows crawl

the antique bronze sundial.

Blooms powder their saffron faces

with the warm breeze, bow

heads, majestic, crested and

burst forth--a thousand seeds.

July Harvest

fluttering black crows

ring the plentiful

Yuma Valley crops

for a several weeks now,

the fingers of the wheat reached

towards the transparent

cobalt vault of heaven

before muted yellow combines

thresh crops in what

seems like in slow motion

medium sized white egrets

eagerly pursue picking the at recently

turned wet earth searching, searching

for beetles and earthworms

warming winds blow the

white remnants of wispy clouds

in the distance

Drapala copyrighted Summer 2002

In My Garden

Chipping melodies
from tiny sparrows
in my garden
are delightful
to my ears.

Tiny red and black
ladybugs fly
from plant to plant
embellishing the foliage
like dancing jewels.

Butterflies flutter
from flower to flower
placing small kisses
upon each
colorful petal.

Drapala 2004

Moonlight Whispers Beneath the Cherry Blossom Tree

Thousands of cherry blossoms burst into bloom

as your hand reaches for mine,

you gaze into my eyes, and

you whisper tender words

I can only hear

Moonlight beams through

each delicate branch

of the cherry blossom tree

And on this eve,

nothing else matters,

but you and me

Drapala 2004

African Sunset

Oh Africa, oh Africa

your sunsets are like no others

your brilliant orange skies

shine upon my bronze skin

and radiate warmth from within

Oh Africa, oh Africa

you and I are one

Drapala LLC 2004

pdrapala@juno.com

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My Migrant Field Workers series paintings are dedicated to all the farmer workers who work in all fields around the world. If it weren't for their hard and difficult work, we would not have food available to us at our dinner tables. In my town, they provide us with vegetables, fruits, and grains.

My poem is dedicated to them:

December 2, 2K

Your beauty is embroidered with
blankets of lettuce, citrus, broccoli,
cauliflower, cabbage, and dates.
Many acres of the purple, green, and
yellow plants form interesting shapes
and patterns which resembles a large
patchwork quilt that lies against the
majestic sherbet skies.
Your rich soil hoed, seeded, watered,
and gently weeded by many of the
loyal farm workers’ hands.
How carefully they pick your ripen fruits
from your luscious waves of green foliage.
Oh, how we cherish your green plentiful fields
that provide us with the life giving substance.
Eight generations of my family have fed from
your fruitful bounty. Now I give thanks to

almighty God for gracing us with your presence.