Photography: Trish Jean
A wander in my sister’s garden where there is a chaos of sunflowers, masses of tomatoes late to red, sea daises, spent corn, and beans that have threaded their way from one end to other of the patch.
Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller’s journey is done;
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sunflower wishes to go!