I Will Still Find Orchids


I Will Still Find Orchids

 I rest my hands on the stone-cold winters’ window sill

Part of the frame for the silent, frozen, world

I look out on a slumbering land of flickering snows

A cool breeze gently teases the tangled strands of my hair

Yet no leaves tremble upon the rapidly baring branches

Or perhaps it is only the whisper that escapes your sigh

A frost like diamonds has settled on the heavy boughs

And I stand in the amethyst dawn

Watching all the colours melt to one

Remembering violets and mossy stones

And tangled jasmine weeping down

Stones speckled with raindrops

Drop by drop the rain falls, tiny pearls from heaven

I find myself missing the spirits that rule in mist and rain

I return there in my every dream, for that place is familiar

But here, even the lilies sleep under piles of Winter white

I gaze at endless moon-washed forest paths

And find the beauty incomplete

Then music moves among the dancing shadows

My thoughts drift with them in peaceful swirls

With a sudden change of perspective I see

A lake of poured out, a starry sky is spilled, mirror still

Wherever I look, fragments of light

And if I seek, I now know, I will still find orchids

Reaching purple faces through the drifts of snow

© Ann Bagnall 2014.

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