Annie's Poetry

August 12, 2022July 2, 2022

Autumnal rain drifting
Soft moon rising in black branches
Stepping into the mirror
I see the ashes of another warning
echoing across the emptiness
And like the storm
you stay but a while
Your gentle words
fall heavily in this space
© Ann Bagnall

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