I turn my face to meet the sun
but bows to hide from wind and rain,
I’m born in soil and strong I stretch
my supple stem towards the sky
I tie the poise of summer into knots,
to build for you her grasp to seeds
I bring you warmth in winter’s cold,
but darling, save at least a single core
to bury in your garden-dirt for spring
to kiss another spark of life in me.
to let me turn my face to meet the sun.
Today Linda wants us to write about our favorite flower at dVerse. I would like to say that my favorite flower is the sunflower, and this is a small little poem to write about that flower.
February 18, 2019