Sally gave me the words NOW, GORGEOUS, and GAUDY. And I came up with this (rather cumbersomely-titled) poem.
LEAF LITTER ORGANISMS
Far below the gorgeous blossoms of spring branches
and gaudy summer blooms —
hide in a world of golds and browns
and seed pod husks,
bits of bark and damp and dark.
Now take the bushland’s songs and stories
taste them, test them, tear them,
until they turn to earth.