Saturday, September 06, 2008

Ahead of Death

One tall sunflower, its trunklike stem bent mercilessly, bows almost to the ground on our side of the fence, overcome by its own largeness, broken by its own self, a head so full and ripened it carries the weight of next year's seeds (or this year's creature food) almost to the ground -- and yet achingly beautiful even as its yellow leaves pale and scatter.

2 comments:

heartinsanfrancisco said...

This is lovely! Oddly, I posted a picture of a late summer sunflower on my other blog the other day.

You've described it perfectly.

Somehow I had the idea you lived in New Zealand - no idea why. Where in upstate NY are you from?

Patti said...

Quite a wonderful description of this sunflower.

Our neighbor grew lovely large sunflowers along the split-rail fence he built between our houses.

After they divorced and he moved out, no more sunflowers for me to enjoy. I did take a few photos of them.(the flowers, not the couple)

haha