The Colours

The Colours

Blue beckons us

To go with the morning light

To walk down the paths

Beyond the sky

The snow whispers about

Achingly beautiful


The hand of time melts the ice


The frozen gleaming patterns of life


The memories come trickling home

The colours in soft silhouette

Everything revealing

© Ann Bagnall 2015 (Revised 2019)




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