Crimson petals. 

Where petals fall, 

kissed by morning dew,

Caressed in ethereal light,

Embraced by celestial skies.

Such beauty in the fallen pieces,

Torn edges, fragrance dancing

In summers breeze. Colour

Floating in golden rays,

Crimson red among 

Lush green blades, Freedom,

Perhaps now their hue will

Never fade. 
Karen Hayward*© 2017

Image and word’s 

Cherry Blossom.

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Have you ever seen the cherry blossom,
dancing in the breeze?
Or felt their silky softness as they grow about the tree?
Have you ever seen their leaves,
as they lose their precious green?
Or seen their earthly red after they have been?
Have you ever watched the petals as they float beneath the sky,
delicately floating they look as though they fly.
Have you ever seen them pile,
rotting all the while,
Pinkness tinged with yellow.
Have you felt them on your toe?
Or picked them from your hair?
Have you ever gave a petal, to show that you do care?
Have you ever seen the cherry blossom…
just dancing through the air?

Karen Hayward ©2016 (Image and words)

Pink petals.

Cover me in petals,
Of the softest pink,
Delicate and precious,
There is a link.
give me sharp thorns,
To cut myself on,
And i’ll give you red horns,
To bleed upon.
Take away my precious sky,
the warm earth beneath my feet,
I’ll forgive you, as you cry,
I will not think you weak.
Give me petals,
Of the softest pink.
Blossoms that always make me think,
Fragile, precious, the hidden link.

Pink petals in the wind.

Life’s a cunt, you grunt,
like it’s an excuse,
To become a recluse.
You’ve lost the battle,
The snake without its
Rattle,
dead inside you surrender,
until living is a distant blur.
Life’s a cunt,
I agree,
But i am the leaves in the tree,
The pink petals in the wind,
Listen to my voice as i sing.