Sunflower Summers

Written by: Heather Ober

I miss marigold mornings 
with soft sunrises and perfumed wind 
whispering through willow branches 
and watercolour windows
to join the sultry scent of caramel coffee.
I long for languid afternoons
of superfluous sunshine and cumulus clouds
parading across periwinkle skies
where dragonflies drift and dive
through garnished gardens.   
I pine for evenings passed on patios
with potted plants and glittering grass   
and a glass of aged merlot.
I sigh for the simple comfort
and peaceful passion
of sunflower summers.