…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