There is a sweet scent on the breeze

familiar, like a dream

I breathe deeply

hear the blossoms whispering

as they fall

I think suddenly of you

and sorrow flows over me

It is bittersweet

this season of sighs

For it returns you to me


and I am lost

ever reaching for shadows


over and over

© Ann Bagnall

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