Pathways Of The Past
Water splashing down stone steps
Fanciful meandering rivers
The colour of hours
A delicate waking hue
Through the gold of morning
Shadows swimming
Over turquoise skies
Constant rain on the calm sea
Gentle winds of time
Like the slow drift of a cloud
Across an empty space
It twists and turns
What is revealed
And unrevealed
In the pathways of the past
Is infinitesimally slow
Year in, year out
Echoing
A silence that is deep
And ages long
© Ann Bagnall 2020
