For the new year…all our hopes…for no more war.
SUNFLOWERS
Sunflowers
And the slow trembling
Of tall grasses,
Calling the white heat
Of late afternoon
Into the open.
Into the violet shadows
Besieging
The small cherry tree,
Left now with a single fruit.
Numberless birds
Surging round and around,
Hungry for that crimson flesh.
Keeping an eye on the seeds
Of one flower recently fallen.
The newly wet earth
Cradling them,
Patting them down.
New life promised
From the joyful loveliness
Of the daunting old.
©2023 Gwen Grant
Poems by Gwen Grant 
Yes. No more war.
Happy New Year to you.
Sunflowers are lovely. They are bright and cheerful. They always make me smile.
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Let’s hope it’ll be sunflowers all the way!
Gwen.
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Sunflowers are full of magical hope! Fingers crossed!
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Fingers crossed indeed.
Gwen.
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Beautiful poem, as always.
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Thank you so much. So kind of you to say so – and so encouraging!
Gwen.
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