The Gracious
One
little
sunflower
alone among
many headless stems
poses by my mailbox.
Some summers ago, others
flourished there, but were all mown down.
If they can forgive their being slain,
perhaps they will resurge and rejoin her.
Today as I back my car out onto
the street, I chance to glance over where
that one new flower has remained,
and I see, to my delight,
that the lone sunflower
has brilliantly turned
into a small
and gracious
group of
three!
for the Encounters with Flowers Poetry contest
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
