Looking down at my roots,

I dig my heels in the dirt.

I’m waiting for everyone to wake up

but light hasn’t broken darkness.

I feel warmth on my toes

as a beacon pops his head over the hill

I can see now--

                        I unfold wide.    

My smile mimics his--

I knew he’d come back.

He rises above me.

my face absorbs his heat.

I stretch my stem to reach him and

                                     I move to his light--

My petals turning a deeper gold.

I wish he knew how much I need him.

He’s slowly falling back into the abyss--

losing movement.

I strain to soak up every last bit of him

                       until he leaves me again.