Flower of the Sun

In the heat of summer, you were a

wild card

Almost out of reach, barely a chance – a lucky pick

In the deadly winds of winter

You were salt water,

very much alive


Spalshing against the coastline

of my skin


Active, invigorated


And each day in between,

You were the sun in my morning

pinks, warm, light

And you set along my horizon.

pastel and


And just like that – your rays shone to the tips of my petals

delicate, glowing, lingering with the strength of your gleam

And like the flower of the sun that I am,

reaching towards its power –

I turned my face towards you.