Sunflower

 

I recall sprinkling

moist, fertile seeds

as I strolled barefoot

in dewy grass.

A large vine attached

the top-heavy sunflower face -

Bigger than my head and

shining upon me

below.

I sprinkled her seeds.

I wonder if you will

see my apparition

when those new blooms

begin to smile.

How I did yearn to

see that

Resurrection.