Hilda Conkling

((1910–1986) / New York)

Sunflowers - Poem by Hilda Conkling

Sun-flowers, stop growing!
If you touch the sky where those clouds are passing
Like tufts of dandelion gone to seed,
The sky will put you out!
You know it is blue like the sea . . .
Maybe it is wet, too!
Your gold faces will be gone forever
If you brush against that blue
Ever so softly!


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 30, 2016



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