…red into white

A shadowless dusk
silent and perfect like vast space

a soft fall of leaves
tremble and shiver as the cold wind blows

a veil comes down across the mirror
an ancient echo of an empty space

a faded image from the faded past
flickers awake in my heart

snowflakes dance weightless and drifting
in the melancholy songs of the wind

so brief, so fleeting their moment
softly falling in final surrender to the ground

I dream of your whispers long silent
and the warm touch of love’s sweet kiss

my heart melts and I wonder to myself
if it snows in the place that you rest your head

in the undulating waves of my sorrow
I feel your heart calling to me from the distance

and the leaves they fall red into white
beauty drifting down on the breeze

leaving only the vague fog of memories
and images shifting from rich colours to black and white

tears fall and still it blows, the frigid wind
and still it snows, still it falls
and still it falls, on me
© Ann Bagnall