The fall of a sunflower

A packet of seeds

Sunflower seeds

Planted.

Lifted with fine roots clinging to the soil.

Gently placed: Six here, five there, one looking over the wall.

How do I paint a sunflower?
No!
How do I see these sunflowers?
Six here, five there and one looking over the wall.

Oh, I forgot! The ten, spaced evenly in a barrel!

Glad, proud, strong and tall
Turning to the sun's soft call
Then slowly bowing 
Deeply bowing in seed
Humble heavy full heads.

How do I see the packet of seeds that grew taller than us in 60 days?
Yellow petals held in a formal style for most
Then rearranged with the bow of weight and the blow of gusts of wind.

How do I see the largest of them all. I saw it this morning.

Here are all the rest in the garden that stood in the rain. Do they know?…

…No!

The fall of a sunflower.

The fallen.

I am me so here is my love for the Bible:

‘Micah was the younger contemporary of Isaiah and Hosea his language is poetical, rhythmical, and measured. His style is much like a peasant rugged, simple and forthright. He is bold, stern, and uncompromising in dealing with sin, yet tender-hearted, regretfully sorrowful in spirit, loving and sympathetic. ‘

Here is a sample:

‘Rejoice not over me, O my enemy, when I fall, I shall rise, when I sit in darkness, the LORD will be my light. ‘ Micah 7:8

Take care,

Sandy 🙂

I’m going to see if I can stake the fallen sunflower.