Moon (Fear Is A Cold Stone)


A dry leaf chases the wind

It is calling to me

From the beckoning shadows

Waves of fright rising

Fear is a cold stone within

Heart is racing

Memory coiled herein

There is no forgetting

The winter moon

Soundlessly watches this place

© Ann Bagnall

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