Keeping with Tanya’s Marigolds theme, –visit Soul Symphonies Marigolds in May–and my failed attempts to hurry Spring along, I decided to torture myself by writing a sonnet, the first I’ve ever attempted.
Flowering
Sunflower staggered under mass of suns
Shoulders the weight of a solar hour
Forlornly lusting over meadow runs
Tournesol to shun the cosmic bower
Shedding the burden of the sunflower
You burn with inextinguishable joy
Ne’er bowing to incinerate power
Seeking universal laws to destroy
Corolla of daisy’s ringed yoke ensnares
A dark core of isolation within
The day’s eye opens while the Buddha stares
Contemplating a freed soul void of sin
Marigold! Sun and flower incarnate
Light and color embrace my garden gate
Four Square Miles of Noise 
Beautiful 💕
Thank you 😊
Amanda, how are you? It’s on my list now.
Beautiful.
Have you ever read the short story, “Marigolds?”