The seeds of the seasons of my soul

are scattered upon the winds

Where wild weeds now grow

Bittersweet in emptiness

a new sadness blossoms

from the withered vine

My heart no longer recalls

My love neither sleeps

nor slumbers

and winter settles stone still

©Ann Bagnall

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