…of sorrow

The nightingale calls
an aching song of sorrow
tones of ecstasy
drifting from the blackberries
autumn winds compete
his melancholy rises
a whistling crescendo
© Ann Bagnall
…of sorrow

The nightingale calls
an aching song of sorrow
tones of ecstasy
drifting from the blackberries
autumn winds compete
his melancholy rises
a whistling crescendo
© Ann Bagnall