…come trickling home


Blue, it beckons us
to go with the morning light
to walk down the paths
beyond the sky

white, the snow whispers about
achingly beautiful
until the hand of time melts the ice
uncovering the frozen patterns of life

green, memories come trickling home
the colours in soft silhouette
everything revealing

© Ann Bagnall

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