the sunflower and the wolf ii.

soft petals skewered
     between gentle fangs
          wintry winds a tug
   between fur and breath
             crepuscular rays over gold faces
 thriving and winding around legs
         the blooming season
       is every season,
                      and yet this one feels more
                    earth-laden
                    waters-craven.

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