Thursday, September 21, 2017


The squirrels in the morning flew
from the fence top to the sunflowers;
knowing kernels ripe, striped with white,

they gorged on the downcast platters,
chewing away from the giant crooks
even the plate's pith matter.

Time the row was rising in youth
and convex gold opened on the bees,
and fire-tongued rims wagged in a breeze,

no such fulfilling, or earth-firm peace as the day
squirrels accosted, fattening on seeds
from the black, hard, staggering trays.


Itinérante said...

I wanted to get some sunflowers the other day!
Have you ever planted these? are they easy to grow?

Belfry Bat said...

... Here's a lovely page;

it sounds like they need a good supply of phosphates and fixed nitrogen. (which makes sense, as they've a lot of building to do... corn is similarly demanding, with the extra complication that you usually have to feed it lysine--- Huron farmers used fish) The pH conditions means your soil shouldn't be too chalky or ashy (pH > 8), and they won't grow as well near pine woods (pH < 6).

BrightSoul said...

Lovely imagery. .i could see this scene in my minds eye. A true Fall palate to savor. Stress just peels away as light enters the quiet place in the soul. Thank you for this gift of word beauty!