Sun Flower

When Autumn's colors waking, creeping cloaked
the dawn and crawled each mountain stretched and stream-
While summer sailed to hills untrodden, soaked
and robed with morning's mist and deepest green;
The rising Flower, bloomed and golden crowned,
O' bowed and set, and dusked to shadowed tomb.

With shifting leaves, set deep beneath the ground;
As snowfall wept, calm slept in quilted womb.
Through seasons long, through seasons two, it lay
and latent, still and sadly ached and kept.
O' Flower pure! Let not these seasons slay,
nor such a loss, and final fate accept.

Awake, shine forth! Your rising season comes;
In Winter's waning, frost to dew succumbs.

When April's blinking eyes, to open strain
and stretch to gain a glimpse of infant dawn-
While gray and frozen skies, to gentle rain
and newborn buds surrender far and yon;

O' Sun, O' Flower rise! You fair-haired, gold
and gloried, precious sun upon the rise.
Ten thousand stars, would each your light behold!

Through seasons three, this day you greet my eyes-
Your upward gaze, your petals soaked and full.
Below the willow's wail, above the ground,
before the wearied leaping sun, you pull
my longing gaze; My broken heart you bound.

O' towered Sun, sweet Shepherd of the morn,
What beauty sprung, from ancient days, reborn.