Small wild parchments

yellow petals

in symmetry

unfold with grace

before I arrive

by morning

where I can see them

sitting atop

tall spiked stems

swaying as the wind

blows clear

through their space

without harm to these

yellow brights

But it is the Sun

their greatest rival

that beats so hard

dropping red hot irons

from the sky

the afternoon

inside an oven

one petal falls

at a time

I see you let go

and release

what is beautiful

to the end

And in only one day

for that is

all there is

you teach me

to release

like petals

what is lost

and to let words go

as one must

in poetry

knowing

there will be more