The sunflower field was in full bloom.
A swing awaiting the Bride’s groom.
The photographer waited with care,
to await the memory she preserved there.
The Brides white dress billowed as she did fly
The Groom pushed her higher in the sky.
The photo stopped time that day.
Now every year they come and play.
Swing and Sunflowers makes them remember.
That special day in September.
What a lovely rendition here. I was captivated by the idea that they come every year to play by revisiting the image. Isn’t that what memory can do? Allow us to relive? The alliteration of swing and sunflower then special and September works well here. Nicely rhymed, which is a challenge!