A haiku on my state flower, the magnificent sunflower.

A bit of verse on the astoundingly quick changes that come with the changing of seasons in Kansas.

The sunflower is yellow and brown. It turns to the sunshine. It is also used as a cooking oil and most people think that sunflowers are from the South of France in Provence.

Pray turn your face
towards me
before it’s dusk.

You can’t mistake a sunflower.
It’s impossible to mistake a sunflower.
For once in your life you are sure of something.
It wasn’t worth your time and love.

The devil is in the details.

Not even death can quell love’s dark obsession.

Since I’ve been gone.

This is about a Greek princess Clytia who loved Apollo and changed into sunflower, pining for unrequited love…

From me garden.