The Sunflower

The Sunflower

Tarry a while

for too soon
flowers
turn to seed, and
pressed, they fade
to oil

We beg you

linger longer,
though autumn

threatens to
carry you

away
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by Lori Lipsky

photo credit: S. Chanthapan, istockphoto

Summer is fading fast. Are you ready to say goodbye?

27 thoughts on “The Sunflower

  1. This reminds me of when I was in high school. My family was vacationing in South Dakota. We turned a corner on a country road and came across a field of full-bloom sunflowers. It was sheer joy. This poem demonstrates some of the bittersweet, ephemeral tinge to that joy, although at the time I was just sad we had to leave behind the field of flowers. Lovely poem, Lori.

    • Well, that’s looking on the bright side of the poem. I like that view. I’ll have to go out and get myself some sunflower oil and think of you when I’m using it.

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