…the elegance of endings
Snow falling
beauty in flight
crystalline
catching the last
of the sun
as each perfect flake
floats
towards the end
nearer to oblivion
to the hard reality
of the frozen earth
to vanish
into the night
falling blossoms
fragrant
silken pirouettes
floating and settling
in beauteous heaps
cherry red and lotus pink
apple blossom white
likened to snowdrifts
only softer
less transient
yet still in time
trampled underfoot
and in the first good rain
sent swirling back
to whence they came
the leaves of fall
they dance
a wondrous waltz
falling
and floating
ever downward
lifted up
by gusting winds
and tossed away
into the stream
or piled in heaps
crackling to life
just for a moment
in the flames
falling
ever falling
into the night
into the stream
into the fire
the beauty
and the joy
the dying
and the pain
falling
the flow of grace
eternal threads
the elegance
of endings
will you save me
from falling?
forever falling?
your love is the wind
that picks me up
that whispers
low and sweet
and lets me drop
with nothing left to grasp
and speaks in silence
of unattainable peace
© Ann Bagnall
