Shining disk of spangled sun:
halo glow around
a flower framed by light’s last rays–
while shadows fill the ground.
Petals spark translucent bright
royal purple shades:
the mottled light tone’s majesty
as daylight slowly fades
Creeping shadows crawl the sky:
diminished sparks behind.
The flower holds its beauty still
though all the world goes blind.
So may I love the dayspring word,
the path that makes my ways
in sun splotch light or evening gloom
a flower bloom that stays.