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
