When the sunflower last bloomed

I remember the light, I remember the yellows and golds

Hope

I remember pedals , their perfectly sculpted forms

Before the summer storms

Last  before the greys

Before my damaged eyes could only see this way

I remember the flowers from a child’s smile

How tall they grew how fast, how far

A forest of yellow

That dwarfed a child’s innocent mind

They fell, they always fall as summer insists it perilous

Flame

The pause in the fall before winter came

But now, everything feels the same

All pastel replaced by grey

Sad the artist whose eyes stay closed

Who sees a sunflower that way…