A field of sunflowers in bloom year round
sea of yellow beneath a clear blue sky
Gentle swells glistened over fertile ground
Peacefulness of moonbeams meeting the eye
Fond hopes for spring dashed by a biting chill
foretelling brutal wind out of season
For these beautiful blooms it bode grave ill
Destructive wind which defies all reason
Deep-rooted and with a very strong stem
blooms would not bend to the assaulting wind
With renewed strength it created mayhem
wanton destruction, no apparent end
So many blooms in the field uprooted
tossed freely about and scattered within
Some were far beyond the field transported
Too many will never be seen again
Blooms battered and bruised defy brutal wind
stand stronger against boundless cruelty
Days can seem to be moonless nights on end
Moonbeams smile on streams to the yellow sea
David Radford is a retired college professor who loves gardening and the great outdoors. Creative writing has been a welcome change from the technical writing his career demanded.