Without you
I am like the autumn trees
whose branches oblige the season
abandoning their precious leaves
trembling in their sorrow
as they watch the leaves falling
spinning in the cold wind
their colours still bright
unaware of their impending demise
just as the songs of those dancing leaves
are quietly fading away in shadows
my tears are finally flowing
spiralling down into darkness
with unheard pealing
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 