Colours In The Mist

Colours In The Mist

The last dead leaves are burnt as winter nears

Their fiery funeral smoulders out

Until smothered in extinctions’ final doubt

I am moved more easily now

The wind brushes by me

Quiet whispers

One more forgotten promise

The sound of each and every leaf is pain

The door of tears is open

And I am fragile as a spring blossom

So soon our separation

My heart is as a drop of water in a storm

Like the struggle against the sea

Who taught the swallows

To make so light of parting?

As you leave

The gentle breeze goes too

In the dying night

Like a dying leaf

It finally returns to rest

Empty verandahs

That echo with unheard footsteps

Feel suddenly hollow

A gentle sorrow

Tender souls so far apart

Like wafting silks this floating life

Where shall my soul alight at last?

In time we shall find a place

The dreams of the night

Fade with the sunlight

Gone like morning clouds

By too many lonesome miles

The wrinkles of the coverlet

The last of the blossoms

The down of willow flowers

Come floating down

Desiring less and less

Possessing nothing

I am not possessed

All down the years

All that the mind forgets

Are colours in the mist now

Yet still

Still I am drawn

To ever search for you

Upon the endless shores of dreams

© Ann Bagnall 2014 (Revised 2019)


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