Winter Sunflower
Goldfinches have long since picked you dry,
flittered away after the crucifixion.
A crown once awash with light
now rests upon drooping neck,
tarnished not with pity,
but sacrifice.
Your face hints of sun-drenched days,
yet the tappity splat of thawing, frosted air
is the beginning of springs's marching band
and your resurrection.
by Margaret Bednar, November 1, 2013
This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Artistic Interpretations - with Maria Wulf". Maria is a fiber artist and blogs at "Full Moon Fiber Art" and lives on "Bedlam Farm" with her husband, author John Katz.
'tarnished, not with pity, but sacrifice' - what a powerful phrase...
ReplyDeleteI am dreading the coming of winter ~
ReplyDeleteI specially like tappity splat of thawing, frosted air ~ Can't wait for spring's marching band ~
Happy weekend ~
Beautiful, Margaret. The brave sunflower, so stalwart in summer's heat.........I love "tarnished, not with pity, but sacrifice".
ReplyDeleteYou have described my sunflowers perfectly. Today, I cut the last large head off its stalk and placed it on a tray at the bird feeder, already half the seeds gone to hungry beaks.
ReplyDeleteSuch vivid descriptions, Margaret!!
ReplyDeleteLove this phrasing: " tappity splat of thawing,"
Love the hope in the last stanza,'springs's marching band
ReplyDeleteand your resurrection.' ~ Can we skip the winter? :)
I love the fact that you have addresses the sunflower in the poem. It gives the whole a very classical feel.
ReplyDeleteOne likes to skip winter and wish for spring's goodness. Most would have wanted it that way. Pity the winters! Nicely Marge!
ReplyDeleteHank
Wonderful ! The object breathes Easter in spite of needing its rest. Classic ~ Debbie xo
ReplyDeleteWondrous-like fresh air! :D
ReplyDeletewhoosh, the once-golden crown!
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