August 12, 2022July 2, 2022 Autumnal rain driftingSoft moon rising in black branchesStepping into the mirrorI see the ashes of another warningechoing across the emptinessAnd like the stormyou stay but a whileYour gentle wordsfall heavily in this space© Ann Bagnall Share this:EmailTweetPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related