All Lies Sleeping


All Lies Sleeping

Petals float

Phantom like

A murmur

Of confused colours

Falling gently

Like snow

Beneath barren

Weeping trees

Raindrops

Batter blossoms

Huddled

In the dirt

Then silence

Nothing moves

Softly

Oh how softly

All lies sleeping

© Ann Bagnall  2016.

 

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