Nature's Way Poem by Lindsay Smith

sun flowers rise elegantly at dawn
saluting the sun
their faces follow our golden orb all day
crossing the fields
glowing radiant majestic

when dusk comes humid winds ripple thru
making the turgid stalks sway
they dance
bob their heads
bump & kiss
a shadow play for the boundary trees
& the streaked violet sky

sunflowers die off in autumn
the strong stalks shrink
collapse
turn black
large leaves curl in
dried seed heads hang down
grotesque
so very beautiful in death

some say the dried seed pods
are crowns of thorns
the withered stalks bodies of christ
if that is true jesus has died every season
since his crucifiction & sprouted in spring

8/2008