A dogwood petal in air,
A light wind directs its fall,
Motion blurs its surrounding colors,
In its flight, in its exquisite focus,
It is a sail,
At the wide outer edge,
Curled up into two lobes,
A tip of reddish brown above
A wing unfurled
And set upon the grass,
Among others
Scattered around
A tree’s circle, a pilgrim,
In solemn respect.
© cmheuer, 2013
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