The Sighs

…of lost souls

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Leaves drift
soundless
to the earth
touched by the early frost
reflecting both the light
and the endless darkness

colours swim
until the daylight wanes
into twilight
shadows echo velvet
draped
in splendid silver tracery

the falling night
the only sound
masking the ground
with its veil
yet a melody still echoes
of memories made
and yet to be

the night dreams
somewhere
and gathers its secrets
catching the sighs
of lost souls
from shooting stars

© Ann Bagnall 2013