A picture perfect,

A field filled with sunflowers,

For some a reminder of the sunshine,

Each one brings,

For others the passing of time,

As the painter paints the picture,

Until the sunsets,

Or waits until it’s time for the wind,

To carry the seeds to fertile soil,

Continuing the legacy of beauty,

A lease of new life,

Some eagerly waiting the harvest,

As the blackbird waits on the wooden fence,

Others a bittersweet memory,

Of broken promises,

Of tears and diamond flower rings,

As the flower looks at the Iris,

Listening to the whispering winds.

Summer is on it’s way,

Enjoy the glorious days …

By Natasha