Blanket Flower

You remind me of the yellow-red fox.
Wild, energized and blessed by the sun
with the colours of fire.
Like a parrot you spread your flaming wings
over green fields and fresh meadows,
showing the world arts of summer.

Summer... You're gone soon.
But your colours will last until autumn.

'Tis your gift to all,
who keep your sunlight deep within,
though round them it is cold and dark.

Like a phoenix they all shall rise again in spring
with just a blanket flower in their hands to sing.

 © Brynn Danu