We haven’t filled our bird feeders for months because we don’t want bears wandering through our yard, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t still bringing us beauty and inspiration. I found this lovely visitor tucked into a corner that doesn’t get mowed. What better form than a Fibonacci for a poem about a sunflower?
A
dropped
seed, long
forgotten,
grows summer surprise:
one blossoming, buttery sun.
© Catherine Flynn, 2017
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Love this Fibonacci poem, Catherine! I’m always delighted when the birds disperse a few “summer surprises” for me to enjoy.
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LOVE this, Honey! A surprise the birdies gave you!
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Love that “blossoming, buttery sun” – what a lovely surprise, Catherine.
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Looks as if the bees love that surprise of a “blossoming buttery sun” too, Catherine. Wonderful!
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I think I “mis-looked”. I thought I saw a bee in one corner of the flower! I’ll just imagine it was there!
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The bees have been enjoying this!
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Buttery is such a luscious word, it perfectly captures that sunshiney yellow!
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Delicious last line!
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Just like learning…..the summer of its blossom is a long time off and certainly not measured by a test. Lovely and sweet. Thank you.
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I guess you won’t be going on a bear hunt. Your flower makes me think of Van Gogh. And makes me smile.
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Such fun to find a surprise sunflower! Love the fib form and “buttery sun.”
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What a lovely surprise and a lovely poem to match. We always let a few volunteers grow in our garden each spring.
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Lovely summer surprise, rhythmic movement in your fib poem, and pic Catherine, thanks!
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I’m with Violet – and that delightful last line. Lovely, Catherine.
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That’s lovely–May it spiral into more sunflowers for your yard, birds for your feeder, poems for your vault!
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Cognitive dissonance alert! I attached the pronoun “they” to bears and wondered how bears would provide “beauty and inspiration”!! Your sunflower picture and poem gave ME a surprise (and a laugh), too! Your form is perfect for your content — growing, opening, like a flower blooming.
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Charming fib!
I saw a black squirrel hanging on a bird feeder that I haven’t filled in months yesterday and I wondered what it was doing. ?
Unfortunately, they’ve never made any summer surprises for me…
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