Sunflower on the Windowsill
Sat sinking deep Red armchair thinking Curtains on the cusp of something – Open them let the light flow Softly, softly now, into the room Where it reveals old being new; On the windowsill there is a sunflower With its head confidently raised ‘you’ve watered it every day’ To bring the English country home Inside to confide With warm unnatural glows Trim it down the stem And realise as day turns to night Turns to leaves falling Turns to winter Turns to water droplets on the window Mist and fog That it cannot last it will die – Watch the petals fall and slide To the floor It cannot handle or understand the urban interior light it makes no substitute. Its vase remains Close the curtains Again – the petals fall one by one By one By one. by Michael MorganFeatured image legacy
