Tomorrow they're gone

Dotted in splotches, scattered like pink-shaded sprinkles 

A hybrid of shell-pink and lincoln-green bushels dispersed over Western Australia 

Lime tipped pins in a pincushion, forever frozen

Tomorrow 

Miniature fire litters, burning away the time 

The petite blossom watched, watching, watching the sprinkles grow sparse, then to nothing

Demoralized, forgotten, as though petty 

Gone forever, tomorrow