So perfectly is imperfection placed
All pervading in perfect harmony
Carpets of wild flowers on purpled paths
Out of the cloudless heavens
Petals of the purest white
Dainty red blossoms
Small rafts on the white ocean
Sparkling dew on every petal’s lip
Round, as pearl and pearl upon a single thread
Shell pink, pearlier than moonlit snow
Ivory petals tipped with rose
But shaken by the slightest breeze
Let slip entrusting flowers to the wind
The pink softness of appearance
Petals fall slow with spring’s languor
Un-budded glory
Every flower marked with tears, never to open
For when the breeze of transience stirs the air
A shower of shooting stars will leave it bare
Delight, cascading, seconds of inspiration
Out on the petal laid path
© Ann Bagnall
