Splendid Saffron Sunflowers birthed in fields of verdant green, among tall plain prairie grasses, grow beneath the watchful gaze of the Autumn sun.
Lying separated and scattered along the edges of an old highway, these mysterious fields beckon wonder and whimsy.
Each day’s travel passing these singular fields brings delightful discoveries as slender green shoots arise from gently bent prairie grasses and hay.
Longer, taller, ever higher they reach – until one day, little round shoots appear at the tops.
And the day after, bright yellow bits peep from within the tightly sealed enclosures –
pieces of light reflecting their brilliant guardian.
Warm autumn rays entice fledgling shoots to venture forth and greet the new day,
and the Splendid Saffron Sunflowers shout Hurray!
And in the misty morning of the next dawn, their deep dark faces, encircled by shining halos, tilt up to steadfastly gaze upon the sun – warmth, light, and hope.
And as the shining Guardian travels the daily path across the blue, they faithfully remain true, watching and waiting for each day’s renew.
OF SPLENDID SUNFLOWERS & SORROW
What do Splendid Saffron Sunflowers know
Of Suffering & Shaded Sorrow
Whose Shining, Gilded faces turning –
Greet the Sun King in the ‘Morrow?
One Thousand Ten Thousands abide in Green –
Hidden in Grasses tho’ still Seen –
Gently sway by Autumn’s Breeze
While Sailing ‘pon the Em’rald Seas.
Petals Gold, slightly curled
Spread their palms out – Unfurled –
Encircled Spheres, faces – Dark –
Gazing steadily, Embark
& closely Follow
The Royal path & the Swallow
Flutters, darts ‘twixt Stem & Leaf –
Lightly lingers, stays cooled Beneath.
Gossamer wings, of Pale & white
Silhouette ‘gainst blue & Bright
Pirouette in frantic Swirling rings
Whilst nearby Cricket chirping, Sings
Th’ Shining Orb arcs Azured expanse
Briefly rests, then Casts a Glance
At the Beloved Retinue
In their Crowns of Golden Hue.
– Sherry West –
PROSE & POETRY BACKSTORY
Each day when I take my son to school, we pass by these wonderful fields. I watched as they came from nothing, to something beautiful, then to death, standing like starched skeletons in dried grasses with heads hung in silence.