Time – Part I
We linger long
On peaceful thoughts
In heaven’s shaded pools
Fragrant petals
Floating in memory
We hesitate
Upon the threshold
Of ecstasy
The path is threaded
With shining dew
While the moon circles
Aged, rolling hills
There is magic in the stars
And the willows
And everything
Is frozen for us
By the gentle
Hand of time
© Ann Bagnall 2015.
