Lake (Falling To Rest)

A shadowless dusk


Like vast space

Soft drift of leaves

A veil descends

Upon the mirror

Of the lake

An ancient echo

Of an empty place

So brief

So fleeting

Gently falling

To rest

Yet still it snows

Still it falls

And still it falls

On me

© Ann Bagnall

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