The Crimson Leaves

…of my desire

Photo by Daniel Lincoln on Unsplash

The crimson leaves
of my desire
colours faded
crumbling to dust

swept away
from the harsh stone
of your threshold
by mournful winds

inked upon
your dark canvas
caught in the ebbing
saturnine tides of your night

where stroke
by fragile stroke
my desolate soul
paints itself free

© Ann Bagnall