Bruised Petals
They were brown and squashed and I felt sad
for the lost beauty and trampled vision of perfection
I did not realize until you gently reminded me,
that they were not lost
they were only changing
The days skipped
the sun and rain took turns
to bake and soften the rusting petals
They started to dissolve into the red earth of country
and I watched with wonder and curiosity
as the lesson was shared with me
The faded patch of beauty did not mark a grave,
there was no epitaph of grief
It was a celebration of change
The red soil soaked up the melting beauty
and life promised in the sun
We sang and danced
one step nearer
The corolla of our lives,
the spirally journey with this land
The last silken petal drifts
and rests till another morning
stretches and yawns
rubs the sleepiness away and welcomes the sun
