May our love for the Sun, the will of God, be as strong as the sunflower’s…
-attributed to St. John of Tobolsk
With the mower I took the sunflowers down The withered remnants, stalks and heads and seeds Those few remaining seeds rejected by the birds For reasons of their own
With the mower I circled ‘round and round Building a thickish thatch as a sort of nest For seeds in anticipation of autumn The seasons know their own
With the mower I saw high summer gone I mowed – or had I mown?