Weeping - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Weeping, sporadic flames
Joyous leafs turning gold
Mirroring oil and water
Life’s season - extolled …
Stripped back to the sky,
Till again - they take up…
The canvas and vie!
Too be that emerald dye.
That remits a death ripple!
A photon without mass …
That coils up as it sings,
Pink petals fallen in the grass.
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