Fruit of the vine and burgeoning beans,The giver of life, of seen and unseen,My wonderfully indecisive coy dateEven in absence, not exactly late,Often hiding but arguably on time,To pick up the sunflower heads, and mine.In her dusk, in solemn sobriety,She frames the nights in endless varietyOf ribbon and streamer permutationsIn equal portion for every nation,An … Continue reading Sun Worshipper