Memories (I Number the Days)


The blossoms are falling

Their whispers and sighs

Like quiet breathing

Once again I number the days

My heart trembles

And just as the petals

Are unable to resist

The call of the seasons

I think suddenly of you

Of cliffs and crumbled stones

And heaven’s silver

Spilled like tears

Across the sea of promises

And of bended knee

And then again

Of grief and memories

© Ann Bagnall

 

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