Sunflowers
Right now on
Both sides of our
Most recently
Manicured road
Green fields are
Smiling
Smiling gold again
The way it always
Happens here...
Okay so it
Happens slow
Slower than a
Casual blink
But faster than
A local
Long drawn yawn
And every year it
Happens the same way...
Far further than
The casual eye
Might ever see then
They wait in their own
Scarce shade
For long shadows
To prime and signal
The first of this years
Precious harvests...
Each heavy
Seed swollen head
Bent and bowing in the
Same direction
Now prepared to yield
After poppies then
Sunflowers might just be
My favourite flower for today
And maybe tomorrow even...