I Number the Days


I Number the Days

The blossoms are falling

Their whispers and sighs

Like quiet breathing

Once again

I number the days

My heart trembles

And just as the petals

Are unable to resist

The call of the seasons

I think suddenly of you

Of cliffs

And crumbled stones

And heaven’s silver

Spilled like tears

Across the sea

Of promises

And of bended knee

And then

Of grief and memories

© Ann Bagnall 2016.

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