September 16th 2023

Reflections:

This week I took a shortcut through a field and among the sweet potatoes was one rogue sunflower and it made me gloriously happy. I've thought a lot about that flower since then, so I jotted down a few lines about it. 

Oh, how I wish to be a sunflower, 

Forever turning toward the light.

Brilliant petals like a beacon, 

Exclaiming, "Here, drink in the light."

But I am shrouded in the earth,

Lying quietly in wait.

What hope is there for potatoes?

Yet they whisper in the night, 

"There is no need to fear the dark."