…in mourning silk
The birds and I
cry into the darkness
sorrow flutters blackly
like a shadow
spilling over me
bleeding darkly
across the surface
of my soul
I am draped
in mourning silk
and weighs heavily
upon me
like a still fall
of fresh snow
it clings to me
and I feel the cold
whispering
as soft as your sigh
over and over
in the rolling tides
of loss
© Ann Bagnall 2016
