Sunflowers

I stand
Up-sun beside
A field of sunflowers.

Row on millefiori row
Of catherine-wheels
Shine on me such smiles
As tonsured saints might
On the infant Christ.

I feel no shyness.
Only my soul
Is seen by all that blind
Benevolence.
 

by Damaris West

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