Like a lion’s mane Yellow petals wrapped around a dark gold-rimmed eye.
I cover my eyes but my thoughts still choose to stray among primrose fields
The white spring flowers awaken my memories of dancing through life.
Purple flower crown showy in a sea of green petite verbena
Overpowering the moist summer air full of crepe-myrtle blossoms.
Because of a fall, I found myself nose to nose with pure lilac blooms.
One twenty seven. The number of sunflowers, outside my window.