Autumn Dreams
Clouds in tatters
In silent passing
Free-fall in white mists
Light as a gentle sheen of rain
Dreams are forming from nothing
Blossoms fall on reflections
Floating just beyond my grasp
They have found a place of solitude
The sky is a deep blue pool of autumn
The wind sounds through invisible strings
Emptying the sound
Into a quiet morning
© Ann Bagnall 2013.
I really liked this poem a lot. You have turned Autumn into seemingly a person who is waiting for there loved one to come which would be winter. A lovely piece with vivid images and great imagery.
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Thanks – interesting way to read it!
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