when the sunflowers begin to bend under the weight of their own abundance
reaching ever closer to the wide eyes of children
straining their necks
peering at these little suns.
The fireflies have grown less abundant,
their nightly dance in the tall grass faded and replaced by the buzz of cicadas.
The golden light from the setting sun is beginning to be replicated in the tips of the grass,
the brightness of the yellow zucchini,
and the petals of the still growing sunflowers.