Come the Spring

Come the Spring

The hours seem to pass so slowly

I had a story

I carried it deep within my heart

How many dawns have now become dusk?

The days they pass by like clouds

And I find myself full of emptiness

Suddenly in the middle of winter


The snow is falling so slowly

Yet in the beauty of this immeasurable silence

I hear you whisper

The sky has become violet

Weeping stars of dreams

I hear the echo of voices

I hear the thunder

Of memory and rain

And then how gently time stops

I have become a petal

Cast upon the gentle breeze

And I know come the spring

You will find me

Once again

© Ann Bagnall 2014.


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