Ode to the Winter Sunflower

Your once vibrant greens and yellows have faded and gone. Now in their place an ashen brown rests upon your face.

Your straight, lofty stature is now slumped and tired.

The winds have beaten you.

The rains have stripped you.

Yet, here you stand, still sharing what you have left.

You’ve blessed my garden with your beauty and bounty, soon there will be rest my dear sunflower.

You job here is nearly done, the birds still visit, there’s more for you to give.

Perhaps part of you will be found as new life from the ground come the warm Spring sun.

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