Outside My Window Vii Poem by Frank Avon

The sunflowers,
uninvited,
grew tall,
rooftop tall,
crowned with blossoms
like the sun,

then they faded
drooped, grew limp,
and one by one,
fell into oblivion,
their spines broken,
cut off at the roots.

Sunflowers die;
the marigolds and zinnias
they, shaded, hang on,
the single cosmos
lays claim to its territory;
St. Joseph's Coat re-arises;

the giant hibiscus
defies Japanese beetles,
who have riddled its leaves,
and burst forth each day
with huge new blooms
of rich, royal crimson.

But it's the daisies
that carry the day,
the queen of wildflowers,
overtopping Queen Anne's Lace,
holding their white heads high,
reflecting the day's eye.