Trails of Turkish Delight

Trails of Turkish Delight

please help me I'm falling said the petal to the bud the silence echoed on the breeze as winter drifted in thorns grew sharp on her tongue the stems twisted in November cold green the leaf and branch roses roots withered under the bud golden leaves glided to the ground as the willow let down her tresses she'd wept in the coat of summer and wept naked against the autumn wind soft the snow dressed the branches As the catkin dipped in furs of spring May knots scented in heavenly almonds to the roar of a mad March wind June lent her heat to the scented rose A bush in bloom and tiny bud Rose danced her skirts full and wild then whispered to the little child please help me I'm falling said the petal to the bud sailing on a summer bluster trails of Turkish delight in her dying tale