A frozen path
a whispering wind
winding serpentine
through my desolation
as grief settles
heavy like snow
in this place of silence
the trees weep in solitude
cold as the distant stars
icicles are hanging low
from their stark
skeletal branches
deep in this wilderness
I am wandering
my loss now amplified
with each heavy step
for this is only the beginning
of the long road to healing
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 