When did you get here?

I see the rain melt away

And the dust

And the shadows

With you comes new life

And even leaves

Long withered on the tree

Are now crackling anew

You are like a rippling mirror

Which reflects a clear blue sky

When did you get here?

Spring and summer

Long since flown

But I’ve heard it told

The blooms of autumn

Are slow to fade away

And I think that our sky

Will long be bright

And linger

As it moves to grey

© Ann Bagnall