Here behind
the mirror’s face
the sky is faded
the last petals
fall like rain
birds fly
from empty branches
memories drift
swirling and wild
like the distant sea
unconquered
by the sunless hours
your echoes awaken
in my close held soul
© Ann Bagnall

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.