Rain and sunflowers
In all the fields that stretch about,
sunflowers raise their heads and shout,
The summer’s called us, look, we’re here!
The light that quivers on the pelt
of running dogs, the morning felt,
the gaze of distant watching deer.
In all the skies above, beyond,
the light is blue with feathers donned,
a silent heron on the mere.
And I awake to hear the rain,
rattling on the window pane,
and know this earth so rich, so near.