I didn't plant sunflowers this summer,
but here's a photo & poem from August 2019...
SUNFLOWERS IN THE STORM
My sunflowers lift their faces to the sky
Haloed in golden splendor
they imitate the great orb of light
that shines down upon them
and reflect back its glory
for all they’re worth
They stand stately and tall
Beautiful. Confident
swaying with grace
almost dancing in place
day after sunny day
and then a storm rolls in
Clouds emerge and darken
The rain lets go its fury
pelting them without mercy
The wind blows wildly
Pummeled to the ground
the sunflowers spring back
over and over again
They can take it
Watching, I wonder
that their slim stalks don’t snap
as they are knocked about
Next morning, the sky is blue
the sun shines brightly
and the recovered golden heads
smile at the orb again
sometimes I am a sunflower in the storm
sometimes I’m a sunflower in the sun
Maude Carolan Pych
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