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.
MY WALL 
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. 🙂