her dark veils
fall across the land
with jewelled threads
a liquid moon
returning gold from silver
smoothly set
this white twilight flows
forever twisting
kind winds
silently weaving
the dream is distant
there is a strangeness
in the shading
and as I watch
it is fading
like an echo
at the edges

© Ann Bagnall


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