Red Petals

A strong wind blows today

stripping red petals from the

bougainvillea, tossing them

in the air, swirling, tumbling

remnants of disconnected life.

The fascinating dance is set

to the music of futility, songs

of hope lost, ballads of beauty

tarnished by cynicism and

deception.

 

Some red petals still hold to

the stem.  Tenacious but

trembling.  A matter of time?

Perhaps.

Clearly a time that matters.