beneath the soft petaled
veil the past and future lay
bare, trembling
vulnerable, upon the thin
balance between yesterday
and tomorrow
you could call it
faded beauty but
only without the eyes
to see the vision embraced
inside a little green pod within
it's heart
All petals have to fall, all veils
come undone
pollen must fade to memory
and colour absorb into
the ground
before
a life can be reborn
in a hundred different ways
across the grassy plains of
some other summer day.
