Lying fallen on winter’s earth neither the beginning nor the end. On a May morning whispering summer’s promise warmth shone on the open bloom.
Receptive and receiving, attraction of life pollen brought by buzzing wings. Open receptacle, filled with the other half of life union of two becoming one.
Swelling with progress, fed by the living, miracle of sunlight, flesh enclosing seed. Reaching the limits, the fruition as days start to fade, autumn steals the light.
In the encroaching darkness, turning bright vivacious red, and succulent flesh. Temptation to be plucked, to be devoured, but instead a fall, victim of the storm.
Lying on sodden soil, once shining beauty turns a darkened over-ripe. Shrivelling flesh, melting to the clay in rotting demise, their is hope.
For inside the outer coats of skin and soft tissue, seeds, the beginning after the end, decay renews, life rising from decomposing flesh.
