Annie's Poetry

I hear the waves
crashing upon the shore
I imagine our footprints
forever erased
for you were a fleeting sunrise
gone too soon
a sudden spring rain
that I drenched myself in
unaware of the storm
that would follow
memories cling
like autumn leaves
to almost empty trees
loss is a dark ocean
whose depths never end
whose tides recede
and return again and again
© Ann Bagnall