MOVE ME POETRY — A POETRY COMMUNITY LIKE NO OTHER
Clinging Fast
The leaves are falling
seasons turn relentlessly
carried on the wind
green into red then crumbling
time has no master
buried in winter snowdrifts
returned to the stream
sometimes lingering too long
left shivering alone
clinging fast to empty trees
stark against the sky
my heart aches at such beauty
and still the leaves are falling
© Ann Bagnall
