…is about

How still the flowers lie
the sweet white petals, the rose and the gold
assailed by the wind, splinters of beauty
a sense of disconnection
defiled by earlier rains
melting into each other
the hues blend and mingle into one
fading the last colours to grey
a life is fleeting enough, then it washes clean away
nature is undone
and the fragrance of rain is about
© Ann Bagnall
2012