In winds that only stir
the surface of things
we can touch the vibrations
of the seasons turning
at the quiet limit
of the world
silence speaks
of a thousand dreams
if I close my eyes
I can hear them pass
exploding in silence
and yet
nothing comes apart
© Ann Bagnall

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