Sunflowers

 She grows sunflowers in winter

Tall, resolute faces of earthly fire

Smiling their memories

It is too cold 

to leave them outside

So they sit

Next to the bed-side

I am far away in a deserted world 

second suns won’t stand here

Memories burnt black

It is too hot

For them outside

So i sit 

waiting

An empty pot of sand

Next to the bed-side