In this pottled of darkness
rich of nourishment
the sun tries to
beam its warmth of commitment...
to promote growth of a Sun Flower.
Enclosed, bright yellow petals,
await.
Haply, Time, washes over into the
depths of a seeded pot of love....
I believe it is never too late.
'Tis, like the oval shelled seed that does split.
Her eye lids open to own and reflect
(a pupil and iris,)
just like a pottled brilliant,
Sun Flower.
Hence, a chance from above,
just fate?
That I compare Thee
to such natural beauty...
of a Sun Flower
ŠVivian Muska, April 1997
Pottled: 2 Quart Pot
Haply: Perhaps