…reflections
You are
the whispering
of the wind
the trail
of silken tears
falling
from blushing
beautiful blossoms
the light mists
and heavy clouds
the fragrance in the air
the burnished red
of autumn leaves
the idle clouds
sailing across
an endless sky
these sad reflections
just fragments
scattered pieces
from a time
now vanished
into the distant blue
but while roses
still bloom
and the lark
still greets the day
your heart still echoes
the sweetest song
and lifted
upon the breeze
I trust your wings
to bring me home
© Ann Bagnall
2014
