…languorous and ephemeral

So perfectly is imperfection placed in all pervading harmony
carpets of wildflowers and purpled paths
petals of white and dainty red blossoms
rafts upon the oceans of sky
the colours of the day gently flooding in
fragrance floats from sleepy blossoms
a soft melody drifts in with the dawn
the sweet songs of morning, usher away the dark
and the ebbing tides of night are gently lost in the sighing
sparkling dew on every lip
pearl after pearl upon a single thread, softer than moonlit snow
ivory petals tipped with rose shaken by the slightest breeze
letting slip entrusting flowers to the wild wind
so sweet the petals fall, languorous and ephemeral
in their un-budded glory, marked with tears
for they know they will never open
and the air softly stirs with the breeze of transience
blown off course, too light to settle
swept away in drifts of gentle breezes
showers of shooting stars, delight cascading
in seconds of inspiration, only to be lost
upon the petal laid path
© Ann Bagnall
2015 (updated 2025)