- FAREWELL
(For Pauline)
Our garden.
It is obvious and bare
The petals have been falling for weeks.
Each fragile bloom,
Each tender petal,
Peeling,
Riding on still air to the ground
Silently,
Falling.
There is a space in the centre of this garden,
Our garden.
It is obvious and fragrant,
A perfume distills the air.
Each falling petal spiraling it’s entrails
Silent, Invisible
A rich bouquet
Blessing this patch of earth with memories.
