MOVE ME POETRY — A POETRY COMMUNITY LIKE NO OTHER
Marking The Hours
A tiny bird calls
marking the hours of sadness
all that I have lost
flows around me like shadows
twigs heavy with buds
will soon begin to blossom
their sweet scent haunts me
but like mist in the morning
all this must soon pass
the trees will shed their petals
my tears continue falling
© Ann Bagnall
