Sunflower, bent with age, lets fall her seeds
September brought the chill to August’s swelter
Summer’s grandeur is on the wane, and I
Squirrel away its taste and fragrance
Serene is the sunlight filtering through the window
Shining on memories
Songs and words have forgotten
Solitude hovers in the horizon
Sparrows dance a merry dance for the seeds in abundance
Southward flies the migrants
Steel shovel makes holes for the mums
Spring will surprise with what returns
Wonderful poem. Prefect photos to go with it.
Thank you, Timothy.
In Australia the sun flowers are just poking their heads above the soil. I’m looking forward to them standing tall and smiling. Beautiful poem.
Thank you. I am sure the sunflowers will be beautiful. They always are. 🙂
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Beautiful words and images, Imelda. 🌻
Thanks a lot for the kind words, Jane.
Hi Imelda, so nice seeing you here again.
HI, Arlene. Thanks for dropping by. 🙂
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