A Sad Pirouette
The trees are heavy with dew
In the glacial morning sun
They weep icy tears
Falling one by one
As if chosen
Each playing a part
In a growing serenade
A ghostly mist
Soft as a whisper
Dances slowly
A sad pirouette
Like a lover
Abandoned
To the winter winds
© Ann Bagnall 2015.
Beautiful imagery. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this piece and hope to read more of your work. Thank you for sharing friend. Earned a follow.
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