Sunday is our invitation to slow the world down—just a little. It’s the day to ease out of urgency, to linger, to breathe, and to let beauty speak softly. On Sundays, we choose a single flower and pair it with a poem that captures a human emotion reflected in its petals—longing, joy, grief, hope, or quiet resilience. Poetry, like flowers, asks nothing of us except attention. In reading it, we pause the rush of the week and allow ourselves a moment of stillness, where nature and language meet, and feeling is given a gentle, lasting form. 

1. The Pink Carnation: Henry Lawson -1905

2. I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud- William Wordsworth- 1804