Ah Sunflower
Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller’s journey is done;
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sunflower wishes to go!
—William Blake
✨ This poem is offered in honor of our 2024 Tweetspeak annual theme: Journeys
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I led our group in a poetry writing based on a picture prompt of a sunflower captured one July day when my garden of sunflowers where "showing out", as my grandmother used to say. Here is my sunflower poem:
Army of Gold
There it is, an army of gold
Faces bowing allegiance
To the sun, their source.
Following in obedience
They shift as the sun
Changes position.
Soldiers in the Army of Nature
At attention and poised,
Ready to move
With their Captain Sun.
As evening closes in
The soldiers rest
Their weary heads,
Hang them in quiet repose.