The Sunflower’s Motion
At dawn, when the yellow orb first appears The sunflower’s face eagerly awakens And traces the trajectory of that sun As it rises and ascends to its zenith. Where at noon, that seeded yellow face Stretches and shines its golden reflection Back to the originating source of light. And then it follows that chariot of fire Down, down, to the Westerly horizon And then more as it droops its dark face Peering down to the leafy lawn Where its petals will lie strewn In all too short a time.
David Kimball
