She scatters petals on the wake and trail
of some departed great
Rose and Violet velvet petals tumble time...
shedding dry leaves and thorns.
Here and there
dew-droplets of perception rest
and magnify creation,
convex, gleaming, accumulating, 'til
too heavy for a gossamer thread
they brim down over thoughts web....
Roll, trickle, splash
to land on a leaf or a ledge
bending a blade of grass or flower head
Swiftly a ladybird, alarmed,
flits with a whisper of wings, a bee sings

K J Worth 1996