Season Of Sighs


Season Of Sighs

As the days slow

In the first dark weeks of winter

Incandescent snow

Cloaks the colours of day

An unearthly light

Turbulent clouds

The sky awash with varied greys

Unsettled shifts of air

Quiet whispers in the cold

In this season of sighs

A melancholy mantle

Rests upon the land

And early in the morning

With the sun rising

The icicles repeat themselves

Endlessly

© Ann Bagnall 2014.

Fresh snow on a thin twig
Fresh snow on a thin twig (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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