Their Perfume Lingers


Their Perfume Lingers

Petals fall

Diaphanous

White

As new laid snow

Drift

On the breeze

Bleeding brightly

Melting red

Softly pink

Pearlescent

The cherry stands

Bereft

Her branches

Darkly reaching

Splayed

Across the sky

Beseeching

She weeps

Fragrant tears

That obliterate

The shadows

Such a gentle loss

Undefined grief

Unspoken sorrow

Cycles repeating

The seasons turn

Relentlessly

Petals fade

Into the dirt

Crushed underfoot

Ever transient

Yet their perfume

Lingers

On the wind

© Ann Bagnall 2016.

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