My heart full of flowers
that had wilted lost
their colour
to grief
watched
it seep through
the once fresh red
petals
on to the grass
once green
now yellowed
by so many seasons
of lamenting loss
and sweeping the floor
of leaves that had turned
to rust
made brittle and
dusty
by thoughts
that had come from afar
to die
with feet made leaden
shuffling dragging
one foot
after another
trampling
the uncomplaining leaves
that had once sheltered them
from the blaze
of an unforgiving
and relentless
sun