This weekend was You-Pick Day at the Petite Anse Sunflower Farm. My daughter Martha was visiting with her little family, so we headed out Saturday morning to fill a vase for my book signing. The bright May sun was shining, and, with Martha’s help, we filled a vase of beautiful sunflowers. I love this annual event. Jennifer and Andy welcome visitors with buckets, clippers, bug spray, and conversation.
Sunflowers are living examples of the Fibonacci series, so I feel a fib poem is an appropriate small form. The syllable count is 1, 2, 3, 5, 8. Today on Georgia Heard’s inspiring calendar the prompt is “a letter to a place.”
Let’s celebrate May and warmth and flowers today. Please leave a small poem in the comments and support other writers with encouraging comments. Thanks for being here.
Dear
fire red
sunflower,
Thank you for your face
flaming from a stalk of grace.Margaret Simon, draft
Reflections on the Teche 
Talk about form matching the subject–a fib is perfect for a sunflower poem, Margaret! I borrowed your face.sunrise to sunsether face follows the light–shadowing the sun
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sunrise to sunset
her face follows the light–
shadowing the sun
I love the rhyming words face and grace in your poem, Margaret. I also combined Georgia’s prompt and used your perfect suggestion of a Fibonacci.
Dear
Garden,
flower-filled
with bright sunflowers –
an invitation to rejoice.
Sunflowers are my favorite flower, and I do rejoice around them. Thank you for reminding me of their joy.
Yes, an invitation to rejoice!
bold, red
its proud head
held high
among rows of yellow
daring to be one
in a field of suns.
I like the bold daring one in a field of yellow. Thanks for writing and sharing.
Love this! That one bold red in a field of sunny yellows!
Sunflower
My
solar-
powered joy,
sunshine on a stem,
portable, tangible glory
By Donna JT Smith ©️5-21-2025
Solar powered joy!
Beautiful! I love “sunshine on a stem.”