There is a sweet scent
on the breeze
familiar
like a dream
I breathe deeply
hear the blossoms
whispering
as they fall
I think suddenly
of you
and sorrow
flows over me
It is bittersweet
this season of sighs
for it returns you to me
Ethereal
And I am lost
ever reaching
for shadows
Abandoned
Over and over
© Ann Bagnall
