Traitor to the Season

It is early in the season to be dreaming of sunflowers
with their strong translucent stalks and abundant yellow flowers,
Yet here you are, winter not quite here and your mind wandering
to fields of flowers and the constant movement of bees,
a traitor to the seasons you have and yet, somehow, in bliss.

About this poem.

I daydream a lot.

The picture was taken in Mass a couple of years ago.

Tom

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