A few months ago I was gifted a pack of sunflower seeds from a clothing store of the same name (Sunflowers). I thought how wonderful to have a small crop of sunflowers in the garden, so I threw a handful in the soil and hoped for the best. I watered and waited, and was finally rewarded with a small sprout. I watched that small sprout grow and grow and grow into a spectacular plant full of hope and wonder.
by Rose Cappelli
Just as I was about to give up on the sunflower seeds,
one took root—
a small shoot branched out,
grew up, up, up
strong and straight and thick,
past the window
beyond the roof line.
One day it bowed to the roses, caught its breath,
then straightened and continued on.
The finches and I are waiting
and glorious, wondrous seeds—
from just that one.
Then one day it collapsed from all that wonder. I felt as if I had lost a friend. I cut off as many blooms as I could and am once again watching and waiting. I’ll be sure to share the seeds with the finches.
Becky has this week’s Poetry Friday round up at Sloth Reads.