Gossamer

Photos by Terry J Johnson

 

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Soul of Blossoms.

 

After Spring I died & fell off the tree,

 

where I lay silently

 

in the ground until the hot Sun began to burn me -

 

throughout the Summer I burnt passionately

 

in bright warmth -

 

& then when Autumn came I became the colour I wanted to be,

 

because I was now a memory -

 

the colour of me was darker, deeper, of Soul now.

 

I was given a colour by the Soul of the Earth & the Earth remembered me in its pattern somewhere

 

because someone had taken a picture of me when I was at my most beautiful

 

so I counted.

 

My number was enough to be involved in the picture of three dimensional blossoms & as a year had passed I was kept,

 

I had my own imprint & I was now a shade of wisdom in the darkened cell of the photographers mind.

 

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