#The Sunday Whirl ~ #Wordle 408

You cut me, leaving me to bleed

On rough granite ground

Each toll of the bell ringing my life away

I spin with the earth, having swallowed this bitter pill

The stars above fade in and out

Like someone playing with the light switch

I feel my body quiver, as memory slides into darkness

I see a garland of flowers floating on the water

The last kiss from my father.

He often spoke to me of the dogwood

with its pink or white flowers

His fancy being it was one of the few plants

to have only four petals

He liked to think they represented the four elements

Earth, wind, fire and water.

My father had many strange notions and I loved him for it

I hope now, as my life floats towards the dark empty space

I meet with him again…