Before the Last Petal Falls

By Gerard Traub

Where seed finds

a breath of sky

behind a smallest fire

from moments ever silent

into a dance of light

shadowed no more

to the sun’s desire.

All palette of colours

casting weave and wonder

across this garden of spring

until another morn

awaiting the dew

waking leaf to butterfly

on gossamer wings.

To catch a flower

reaching for its stem

before the last petal falls

upon this night’s return

under a circle of stars

between thorn and song

here a bleeding heart calls.