A certain sign of summer’s laid-back ways,
Just weeks since they began from dull seed pods,
Maturing into stalks of golden blaze,
Adorning garden paths and porch facades.
Sunflowers, noble blessings from the gods,
Perennially loyal to a fault,
Inch by inch, defying all the odds,
Sprouting tall and noble, without halt.
Yet some disdain this beauty as assault,
A weed-like nuisance cropping up each year,
This heavy-headed bloom that I exult,
Some oft ignore or wish it wasn’t there.
I worry not what others may eschew,
I treasure each new seedling breaking through.
🌻 🌻 🌻
Photo Friday: #Summer
This is a really well written poem which I enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing. I have a poetry blog here on WordPress and today’s poem is about sunflowers in case you have time to look? Sunny greetings, Sam 🙂
Thanks, Sam. I’ll check it out. I love sunflowers.
Love the sunflower, I planted some seeds in Pete’s honor, but they are not coming up, I pray they will as your poem says love it
Full sun…a rare commodity these days. You’re a loyal follower, and a great sister!love you. Ps…you should resume your writing, Meme!
Nice piece. I like the twist. As in life, beauty and disturbances are in the mind of the beholder.
Exactly! Thanks, Gerry.