In the midst
of endless dreaming
I hear the grasses whispering
there is the subtle song of rain
and unseen footsteps falling
light as a feather
as I am drifting back
to morning
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry
Words and Pictures
In the midst
of endless dreaming
I hear the grasses whispering
there is the subtle song of rain
and unseen footsteps falling
light as a feather
as I am drifting back
to morning
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 