Grasses sigh and sing in the wind
as with all things
that possess us for the moment
no significance beyond themselves
for sometimes it is the little things
the simple moments that lift our spirits
only later, seemingly forgotten
but the threads are still there
the threads that connect us
to the moment, the place
our souls keep these moments close
a talisman against forgetting
a reminder that existence is fleeting
and beauty is everywhere if we look for it
the things we keep are not always tangible
but still are pieces of us
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 