It’s Quadrille #83 over at the dVerse Poets Pub. Today’s writing prompt is to create a quadrille using the word sun.
Willow tree leaves flutter
graceful silvery green— not
quite shiny.
Two young butterflies at play
dipping, diving, spiraling through the air.
A field of sunflowers turn
their faces skyward
as if the sun
had whispered their names
one by one
to the summer wind.
What a lovely poem, Susan. I have willows in the front yard so know about the silvery green fluttering. The sunflower faces as if being called by the sun, I really like that.
“As if the sun had whispered they names…” When I garden, I often find myself thinking how much beauty exists without ever being notices: each individual flower. So it is with us humans. Lovely
I like the thought of the sun whispering their names. The photo is beautiful with that path going through the sunflower field.
I really like this poem. I especially like these lines: “A field of sunflowers turn/ their faces skyward/ as if the sun/had whispered their names”
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I love sunflowers and to walk in a field of them is magical and uplifting. I visited one last summer and I was absolutely awestruck by them.
I’m looking out of the window as I read this, Susan, at the fluttering,
graceful silvery green leaves of our corkscrew willow, the sun shining on them, morning dew glistening on the lower ones. No butterflies yet, but there will be later. And then you stun me with sunflowers!
Oooo, I got a little shiver down my spine at the end. Such a sense of peace in this.
Ergo, the Ogre 
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