The third unsuccessful poem
In a covert patch
Amongst cornfields
Flowers of radiant yellow
Turn buds skywards
Tracking the sun
From east to west
September
And yellow-rayed faces
Of fibonacci spirals
No longer teased
By bees
Face only east
They are short-lived
Growing heavy-headed
Threatened by the distant
Thrumming of birds
That swoop to pick
And scatter their seeds
Their wilted petals
Turn brown
Tattered
Withered
And fall
© Kim M. Russell, 2015
