As Autumn arrives, the arc of the sun shifts. The sky can show us the seasons if we learn to watch. One of my former students, a young mother, lives on a farm where they grow seasonal sunflowers. There’s a crop in the spring and this year, another in the fall. They open up on weekends for “you pick” days. I follow her on Instagram and have a totally romantic view of life on a farm. It must be hard work, especially with the hot, dry days we’ve had this fall. Nevertheless, this image popped up on my feed and I thought it wanted to be a poem.
Blossoms face the rising sun
Margaret Simon, draft
Kiss her yellow light
Open wings to heal your heart.
Your turn. Leave a small poem in the comments and encourage others with your comments.
Reflections on the Teche 
When faith evades you,
sunrise is dependable.
So are sunflowers.
Beautiful. Faith is where my mind went as well. “Dependable” is perfect.
I love this—nature restores a different kind of faith.
Beautiful!
I love how you are reminded of the steadfast dependability of the sunrise and sunflowers. Poetry and this photo offer us hope.
Lovely way to start the day, Margaret. The healing kiss. Words that rushed to me:
Arise,
stand firm,
and trust the
light will come.
A rush of hope rushed in as I read this, Susan. Thank you!
Yes to the trust. And the standing firm, which is sometimes only possible with trust…
Trust in the light – what a beautiful sentiment.
The word “arise” rises in me with hope!
I’ve developed an even greater appreciation of the gifts of each season during Covid…and the changing light seems so much a part of each one. Thanks for this lovely photo and poem, Margaret.
A little tired
the stalks bend
in autumn wind
but keep their eyes
on the light.
You captured these times: weariness, but hope. Always hope.
Yes to strength from the light. Thank you.
Love the personification of the sunflowers that keep their “eyes” on the sunlight.
Love how you personified the sunflowers, Margaret.
As Sun peeks over treetops,
Sunflowers raise their weighty heads.
Another day,
another way
to cultivate peace and beauty.
Oh, their weighty heads, like ours, rise up to see the peace and beauty of a sunrise.
Thanks for your poem and image Margaret both so invigorating and hopeful!
Sunflower field’s buzz
Like people gathering
Ritual sunrise,
Keep blossoms opening
Open our eyes, hearts—Vote!
©️ 2022 Michelle Kogan draft
I love how you squeezed your metaphor to send a message…vote!
Thanks for your hope Mary Lee!
This is from my student Avalyn. I love the sweet poet she is becoming.
beautiful set
of sun-flowers
blooming
only when
the sun
hits
and closing
in the
dark.
Yellow
and
black
trees far
behind
what can
be more
beautiful than
this? …
YOU!
She puts her whole heart into every poem!
Sister sunflowers
Lean toward the east to Ukraine
Will we keep supporting?
Thanks Denise for participating and asking that tough question.