Like smoke in the wind
memories are scattered now
ethereal visions forming
at first glance familiar
stirring up old feelings
I can almost reach them
with my outstretched hands
but in my desperation
with sudden dread
I see them shifting
slowly drifting away
with the autumn leaves
rippled across the surface
of a now familiar sea
stones of doubt fall heavily
and carry you far from me
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 