Upward

like a young sunflower

lifting up its yellow head

at the start of the creamy dawn

to track the yellow sun

across a changing sky

searching through iron clouds

and dimming, foggy days

with hope still upward turned

to see the sun’s golden flash

Written for dVerse


Here's another hope poem I've written: In the Night. I almost posted it again for this prompt, but it was too short.