The Hours

…drowned in centuries

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Seasonal
the hours
drowned in centuries
they brush around me
from where the mist swirls

eerie flickers
hovering
in whispers of harmony
trembling candle flames
cool fingers of moonlight

jasmine
like stars
having fallen
from the heavens
now embroider the dark

and swirl
in autumn wreaths
with crumbling leaves
into the shadows
© Ann Bagnall