Sunflowers

Like a magnet, the sun draws

the young faces of sunflowers

east in the morning,

west in the evening,

back again at night,

expectant of the dawn.

A biomass hungry for sunshine

to offer a warm landing

for bees.

In gratitude

nodding golden heads migrate.

Yellow follows yellow,

paying tribute

to a benevolent source

of nurture

fluttering down

from the protective canopy

of a parental sky.

First published in Fleas on the Dog May 2020