Summer, soft on its skin
Shimmers, golden sunshine
Snared, glows in the petals
Starred with velvet brown eyes.
Sonorous breeze courts her
Seductive dance, my arms
Spellbound, embrace her charms.
I think that a sunflower is a study in texture. The softness of the petals contrasts with the bumpy center and rough, even prickly sepals.
The poem is a pleiades, a poem with seven lines which begins with the same letter as the title and has six syllables each.
Ah! Awesome
Lovely Imelda! They say that sunflowers always face the sun.
I have not seen any in action but I have heard that said of them before. I hope our sunflower plants make flowers so I can see them in action. 🙂 Thanks for coming by, Arlene. 🙂
You’re welcome 🙂
Pretty open and a nice to picture to to with it!
Thanks, Michael. 🙂