splayed in death,
only by the soft dying stems
holding them together as in life.
The brown colour of death
splashes vibrantly before me,
covering the cracks in the footpath.
Dull cream soggy flowers,
trampled by the morning dew,
under the autumn bloom
of the tree that discarded them.
glows dully in the morning light,
in the litter of leaves
scattered in the grass under trees.
thrown away in preparation for winter.
in defiant death,
A colourful statement
of my own seasonal cleansing.