Wednesday, August 12, 2015

I watched your petals



I watched your petals
fall away like youth
in a blessing of the breeze.
One by one
they butterfly away
silent, spent breaths
in the reveal of time;
a dance of veils
unwrapping
until stripped-eased
and naked
you succumb to age.
Beneath, 
the path is strewn
with your children,
decorated,
as if for ritual.

1 comment:

russelljfellows.com said...

Sad, but beautiful.