Autumn Dreams

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.

2 thoughts on “Autumn Dreams

  1. 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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