Black on Black


Black on Black

Like seasons that change

With the passing of time

 Suddenly colliding

Like the last of the autumn leaves

On a day of thunder

Or the crystal stillness of a mirror

 Longing for visions

 That surge like the dunes

And forever shift and rest

 Ever changing yet unmarred

 Like the open fan of gilded paper

Pleated fold on fold

 Who I am

 I won’t reveal

Like rain

Falling on cobblestones

 Black on black

© Ann Bagnall 2015.

 

 

 

 

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