Poetry Clips – There Were Blossoms On The Tree (In The Dying Of The Light)


There were blossoms on the trees

Bursting into fragrant flower

But as a river full and flowing

Sings its melody to the night

Meandering its way to sea

The colours of the day dissolve

In the dying of the light

And the sighing

Of the ever-errant wind

© Ann Bagnall

Inspired by a writing prompt on Twitter from @FromOneLine

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