It was our time to fall
like soft spring petals in warm winds
summer ash upon the meadows
autumn’s bright flames and winter’s kiss
all fading away into echoes
like moonlight in the dawning
or the quiet whispers of the grass
the nightingale sings in sorrow

© Ann Bagnall

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