Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Considering sunflowers

This will be a gardening summer.  The yard has needed attention for a long while.  Sure the grass is cut regularly, but this year it*s time to notice what*s already there (lilies of the valley, violets, peonies, the stray columbine which the hummingbird finds even when it*s tucked away behind a bush).  And it*s time to plant.  The heirloom sunflower seeds are in the mail.

I consider the place in the yard
The sun shines
The most,
Prepare the dirt
For sunflowers.

I flew into Fargo once
Late summer
To visit my love.
The plane landed over a field of open sunflowers
Gold and yellow, shining;
The time of day when everything
Looks golden
Late afternoon, early evening light.
Before then I*d seen sunflowers
In ones and twos and threes.
The field began to glow as we came in low
To land.
The sunflowers watched,
Attentive faces.
We could almost pick them out
Individually.

I consider the yard
The best spot for a sunflower mix
Viewed from the ground,           
A family of sunflowers which will show golden
Late afternoon
Early evening
Even as it*s followed the sun
All day.
They will
Watch us land.

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