And the Pendulum Swings

And the Pendulum Swings

Everywhere around is silence

And the leaves begin to fall

The fires die with the wind

The first red lantern tries the night

Winters kiss lands softly

As if floating upon ghostly clouds

Time passes

Soon shall the frost cover the fallen leaves

Silent unmoved entombed

Nocturnal shades shadows deep and cold

Days too short nights too long

A withered tree amongst the frozen rocks

Beckons in vain for some touch

A sign of life

Chilling ice-cold beauty

Of hushed and lonely tones

Flows icy through your veins

And a voice in the wind sighs

Sings its melody to the night

One perfect moment

Crying silver in the pale moonlight

The tree stands still watching

And the pendulum swings

© Ann Bagnall 2013 (Revised 2019)

Winter Tree Painting by Brenda Owen

3 thoughts on “And the Pendulum Swings

  1. Beautiful!
    This poem truly is felt~ and autumn is just around the corner…After reading your poem, I can’t wait!


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