The simple, pretty little sunflowers
that fill the ditches of country roads
and parade in great swathes
across pastures
is our most familiar sunflower.
In August and September
they herald the last days of summer,
a triumphant burst of summer’s final energy,
bright beauty before autumn’s turnings.

We do see massive fields of commercially grown sunflowers,
bred for oil and seed.
It seems like they have personalities
as their heads, bowed heavy with seed,
all turn to face the sun
as it transits east to west.

This year,
it is a delight
to allow sunflowers
to grow from seeds planted by wind or birds
or left on the ground
from winter’s spread of birdseed.
They are popping up in flower beds
and the yard
making pretty natural bouquets.


While the simple beauty
of the fields of wild sunflowers
are comfortingly familiar,
(still to come, late summer)
I thrill at the sumptuousness
of the black oil sunflowers
already expressing themselves fully.