Through my window
I catch the last
of the light
The day is gently dying
The night swoops in
like a dark dragon
on a cold wind
Rushing down
from lonely hills
and the pale moon
spills its silver
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry
Words and Pictures
Through my window
I catch the last
of the light
The day is gently dying
The night swoops in
like a dark dragon
on a cold wind
Rushing down
from lonely hills
and the pale moon
spills its silver
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 