Jars of plum jellySet to cool on a white towel You bring to mind little girls, On stage, dressed in redChristmas gowns—angels Their faces gleamingSweet mouths voicing"O little Town of Bethlehem"Heads crowned with golden halos.

Pink seeps from petalsDeepens to darker purpleLeaves white lace exposed.

Sunflower, Like a bowl You catch sunshineAnd serve it fresh to usTrapped inside our houses  By the cold. Sunflower,Your petalsImitate the sunRays in primary red Straight from a Crayon boxTo our eyes. Sunflower,You give usGreen of summer, Yellow of sunrise, orange Of fruit from a southern clime,Purple of sunset.