Clouds pass
in silent tatters
free falling in soft mist
Blossoms
fall on reflections
floating
just beyond my grasp
They have found a place
of solitude
The wind sounds
through invisible strings
emptying the sound
into a quiet morning
© Ann Bagnall

2 thoughts on “

  1. I really liked this poem a lot. You have turned Autumn into seemingly a person who is waiting for there loved one to come which would be winter. A lovely piece with vivid images and great imagery.

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