Woven in the moment
crimson petals fluttering
clinging fast to their branches
gracefully feathered with flames
yet day by day the blossoms fall
and devoid of self are free
raining down like tears
colourful darkness, final farewells
their fragrance drifting out of reach
everything woven in the moment
undulant in the after breeze
© Ann Bagnall
2013

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