PYRACANTHA  LEAF

Graceful ,  feather like plight assured
As gravitational forces,  like rumbunctious siblings bully
Towards velvety textures of lush green grass
A cushion for the fall,  per chance

Separated from the bush of spite
Oh Pyracantha leaf,  like the mighty,  you have fallen
And yet within the sadness of such sweet demise
There is beauty in your fading hue

Outnumbered,  hunted,  and singled out
By probing insects and rays of sun
You wither slowly, proud leaf of family Rosaceae                               
Your death complete, you thrive no more

With passing time you age and crumple
The darkened tones of decay prevail
Unmercilessly trapped within metallic spines
Of cold,  unyielding garden rakes

Your final glimpse of treasured skyline
You rise and fall as a floating Dandylion wheel
From freedom to the sweaty confines
Of refuse sack,  black plastic hell

You are but a memory,  a vision once held
Oh sweet relative of the Cottoneaster
Through the rains and rays of a season mixed
But your beauty ,  in these grateful eyes,  shall linger

(Written by PAUL WILLIAMS August 16 2008)

MAY 11 2008

OUR GARDEN