…of nature’s tapestry
The threads of nature’s tapestry
are wound in absolute perfection
through every expectant moment
in the endless horizons of time
the sky is a shimmering, silken sheet
of muted blue-green, pastel shades
bleeding into the fleeing night
as if unwillingly awoken
from an achingly, slow dream
now unfurling, through a hazy mist
with hints of rose, and rising gold
a crimson leaf floating slowly
softly silhouetted
falls against the dawn
back, into the darkness
between heaven and earth
between now and then
a timeless flight
of despair and delight
at the edge of the day
in this undaunted stillness
all things sigh and dance
in this sweet interlude
and like the call of the lark
will in time, gently slip away
© Ann Bagnall
2014
