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Sunflowers

 

 

The sunflowers reach for the sun
they don’t know that the summer…
the summer is done.
Still bursting with tiny, green, closed buds
and still the mother plant proudly presents
the huge yellow sunflowers that I love.
It will only take one frosty night
and then my beautiful sunflowers
you will no longer be mine.
To the ground, to the ground
sunflower petals and seeds will fall
but I know…I know they will come back
shooting up in the spring, then
once more my sunflowers
you will be mine
until the first frost of fall.

 

Jeanne Marie, 2016

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