Sunflower Poem by james watkin

Sunflower



She is tilling her own horizons;
Seeding more garish the east.
The summer power brought closer to home.
Petal on petal not least!

Somewhat wobbly, symboling noon's
Crown, unconvincingly;
Nor in as unsullied an air
Yet idolized of bee.

Thursday, December 12, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: flower
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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