My friend Sandra posted about her sunflowers on her blog. I’m no gardener, but do think sunflowers are a bold symbol of summer. Thus I found this poem by William Blake
Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller’s journey is done;
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sunflower wishes to go!
William Blake
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