Sunflower Photomontage A Celebration of Nature

I stand face to face with the small wobbly sunflower plant I bought at the fair in the park on Memorial day. What a gift, I feel privileged to be allowed in to her world. Others have been here before me examining, recording, celebrating and listening to this sure summer story-teller.  Under the stars, in my garden this is record of this summer’s tale.

“Their faces are burnished discs…so upright burning”

“They have wonderful stories”

Examining the sunflower

Love to hear what you think of these photos.

“The Sunflowers”

Come with me
into the field of sunflowers.
Their faces are burnished disks,
their dry spines
creak like ship masts,
their green leaves,
so heavy and many,
fill all day with the sticky

sugars of the sun.
Come with me
to visit the sunflowers,
they are shy

but want to be friends;
they have wonderful stories
of when they were young –
the important weather,

the wandering crows.
Don’t be afraid
to ask them questions!
Their bright faces,

which follow the sun,
will listen, and all
those rows of seeds –
each one a new life!

hope for a deeper acquaintance;
each of them, though it stands
in a crowd of many,
like a separate universe,

is lonely, the long work
of turning their lives
into a celebration
is not easy. Come

and let us talk with those modest faces,
the simple garments of leaves,
the coarse roots in the earth
so uprightly burning.

— Poem by Mary Oliver from the book Blue Iris (2004, Beacon Press)

5 thoughts on “Sunflower Photomontage A Celebration of Nature

  1. CC, I’m out all day today but i’ll catch up with you later about driving to the wedding. Ann talked to me about sharing a ride with Talbot, Carol, Cordell and me. But it will be too tight in the back seat for such a long drive and three people. So Cordell and I will drive up separately and hope he can park close by. Will talk to you about it later when we catch up.


  2. As I read the wonderful poem to go with your photos, I had a feeling it could only be Mary Oliver who wrote it. Her poems are so distinctive and wonderful. I love her poem called Peonies.


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