Red Petal Fate Poem by Evan Histed

Slowly falling, drifting down
Descending in a cloud
Softly, simply, red they came
Choosing here, a barren plain.

Rusty brown, never ending
Crinkling, under any pressure,
Snapping, due to every weight,
This grass is all there is.

The earth’s monarch watches high,
Bright and stark, ever seeing
Viewing all horizons,
Cursing now, the petals’ home.

The smoke arrives from nowhere,
Heralding the flames,
Mounting to the skies,
The petals’ fates are doomed.

Now a pause,
And on the winds,
White ash floats,
Instead.