The leaves drift

Like amber rain

In the glistering

Fallen to shadows

In the whispering

Shifting restless

In the eddies of time

Their efforts in vain

Their songs already sung

A melancholy refrain

Ephemeral beauty

Fleeting pain

Only the dust remains

I thought our paths

Were intertwined

But in the end

I was left behind

And in my heart

The leaves are falling

Again and again

© Ann Bagnall