Musings of a wordsmith

Hot pink petals cascade to the ground

As their time draws to a close

the grass hold their bodily remains

I fall into the complexity of your growth on the fence

I hover mid-air on your perfume

Near my feet are steps hidden by your foliage

Yellow glimpses of ageing dotted through the scene

The fall into your colourful bosom is comforting

My lost soul finds its footing to escape the madding world

I cease falling in the arms of your spirit

I am healing in my heart and mind

Tell me how you exude such beauty in my world

Find my heart and colour it pink.