After Rain

A night’s serenade ends
In a mist of morning rains
ere the golden chariot shows
as the sunflower becomes
alive, anew, aglow -as ever
radiant with the eternal desire
for the indifferent charioteer
reflected in the drops of dew
shimmering in petrichor.

About Sunflower


Clytie_by_CatipherOf all the fair maidens willing, unwilling
to be in love with god of the Sun infatuating,

Her love was alone, all alone, by herself,
So she kept all her passions to herself.

Pining away with her welkin eyes so lovely,
She followed his ray of light across the sky.

In her maiden fancy so true blue, so fulsome,
She flowered into a radiant golden blossom,

From dawn to dusk till he vanished soon
Beneath the ever visiting Moon.