She scatters petals across the wake of some ancient departed great
Rose and Violet velvet petals tumble and
time
shedding dry leaves and thorns
scattering dew-drops of perception.
that sparkle as they magnify creation,
its vector accumulating until, too heavy for a gossamer thread,
it brims down over a spider web,
rolls, trickles and splashes
as alighting on leaf or ledge
bending blade of grass or flower head
A ladybird alarmed flits with a whisper of wings, a bee sings....
she smiles and moves along.
by Karen J Worth (1996)