Soul of Blossoms.

After Spring I died & fell off the tree,

where I lay silently

in the ground until the hot Sun began to burn me -

throughout the Summer I burnt passionately

in bright warmth -

& then when Autumn came I became the colour I wanted to be,

because I was now a memory -

the colour of me was darker, deeper, of Soul now.

I was given a colour by the Soul of the Earth & the Earth remembered me in its pattern somewhere

because someone had taken a picture of me when I was at my most beautiful

so I counted.

My number was enough to be involved in the picture of three dimensional blossoms & as a year had passed I was kept,

I had my own imprint & I was now a shade of wisdom in the darkened cell of the photographers mind.