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.