The bumblebee mourns
among a graveyard of roses
he has loved all summer long.
In the cold blue smouldering of autumn.
Among ruined gold leaves,
smoking berry embers
Burning berries machine-gun heavenly blue,
Firing seed, tree and water dreams
One tree is enough to sustain me.
In the city - today blinking the last gold leaves
Osteoporosis has stricken the elderly woman sunflower.
Her colossal rusting head-eye so