An early morning rain dapples the sunflowers in the garden with beads of glossy wet. Then daylight arrives. They bow their shaggy yellow heads for a little longer, then lift their dark gypsy eyes to the rising sun and dance, long fuzzy stems and crepe paper skirts swaying as one to invisible instruments, cadence and tune.
Theirs is a journey round with the sun, turning to follow it across the sky all day long.
3 comments:
I love sunflowers, and your description is beautiful.
You are so inspiring! Reminding me of why we are really here...
Also, love your photo in the margin entitled - "The Distant Shore."
Blessings of Light... Christine
and a lovely turning it is.....
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