However did you get so tall?
You’re many times the size of me.
From where I stand down by your roots
you’re less a flower, more a tree.
And what’s it like to stand so proud,
to fill the fields with gold?
Turning, turning to the sun,
your colors bright and bold.
I love your petals, long as day,
unfolding in the breeze.
Why, I think they make the perfect
playground for the bumblebees.
I’d like to take you home with me,
you and all your friends,
and watch you fold back into sleep
when your daylight vigil ends.
But I suppose it’s just as well
you won’t fit inside my vase…
I’m more content to come outside
to see your sunshine face.
Piombino, Italy. An obliging field of sunflowers.
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“Sunshine Face” © 2011 Renée LaTulippe