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 … Continue reading Sunflower on the Windowsill