More sunflowers, as promised. Have you seen any yet in bloom, August's mascots?
The more I read this poem the more I like it. It's such a simple little poem, but with a lot of weight behind it too. Sunflowers always serve well as a symbol of strength, resolve, and big beaming buoyant never-give-up hope.
Sunflower - Frank Steele
You’re expected to see
only the top, where sky
scrambles bloom, and not
the spindly leg, hairy, fending off
tall, green darkness beneath.
Like every flower, she has a little
theory, and what she thinks
is up. I imagine the long
climb out of the dark
beyond morning glories, day lilies, four o’clocks
up there to the dream she keeps
lifting, where it’s noon all day.