Seasons of My Heart

Seasons of My Heart

The seasons

Of my heart

Like seeds


Into the void

Until wild weeds grow

The bittersweet taste

Of emptiness

From the withered vine

A new sadness



Slowly intrudes

A touch of chill

My heart

Can no longer



Neither sleeps

Nor slumbers

Winter settles

Stone still

Yet as long as the winds

Will sing

I shall hear you

Subtle sorcery

A spell so easily cast

And my heart is broken

Over and over

© Ann Bagnall 2016.

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