The Sunflower
By what magic did the carver use?
Did he shave and chisel you from wax?
Did he chop and hammer you from wood?
You with your never ending rein
you stand calm and serene
your bountiful face brilliant yellow
with scalloped petals and clustered seeds.
You who greet the mornings and pray to the night
your mighty stock a deep-green with
downy that hugs away the cold
what was used to bring you to life?
Copyright © Emily Smith | Year Posted 2006
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