Reaching For Shadows
There is a sweet scent
On the breeze
Familiar
Like a dream
I breathe deeply
With hope
And hear the blossoms
Whispering
As they fall
I think suddenly
Of you
And sorrow
Flows over me
It is bittersweet
This season of sighs
For it returns you to me
Ethereal
And I am lost
Ever reaching for shadows
Abandoned
Over and over
© Ann Bagnall 2016.
