Autumnal gossamer

Slowly colours the trees

Her delicate touch

Soft like whispers

In a gentle breeze

I hear the echoes

Of unseen footsteps

And the distant peals

Of the old church bell

As the leaves begin to fall

My sorrow falls does too

And the birds are weeping

For the falling leaves, and me

©Ann Bagnall

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