Not in sight.
(c) Robert Jones 2014, All Rights Reserved
It’s too early for Stan.
“Up too late, let me
rest while I can,
Too bright for sleep
And noisy by half.
My games will keep
Not time for a bath!”
I often see these sturdy flowers in parks, next to foot paths and in gardens.
Even when the skies are grey the flowers appear bright.
Like so many tiny suns I find them cheerful as if they light up the Earth.