Winter (The Last Brittle Leaves)


Winter’s window

Frames the night

A cold wind

Teases loose

Strands of my hair

An unaccustomed

Tenderness

Yet the last brittle leaves

Are not trembling

In the trees

Perhaps it is just

Your soft whispers

Escaping

On the blue breezes

Of your sighing soul

© Ann Bagnall

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