This year, my husband and I planted several varieties of sunflowers. The first to bloom was orange and on fire. The second was giant and beautiful yellow. And the third? Well I’m not sure how long it took me to notice. It’s shorter than the others, far more simple, easily lost in the vibrancy and height of the ones “ahead” of it.
So, this poem came about after my delightful discovery of the shorter, simpler sunflower.

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Published by Sierra V. Fedorko
I am a Storytelling Poet bringing you beautiful tales of life as a woman, gardener & mother. I share personal prose often examining time and the poignant moments found in the day-to-day. Sour wild grapes, sentimentality, homemade Iced Earl Grey Lattes (the kind with brown sugar), sand, Thanksgiving, strong coffee, chickens, going barefoot, and fresh-born baby goats are a few of my favorite things in this life! So welcome to the blog and all the stories that bring us closer together if only we tell them.
-S.V.F.
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