We had sunshine
and blue skies
our seasons now done
it was short and sweet
and we’ve come to the end of it
my eyes know the old doorways
but as hungry spirits decline
I break the glass
the crimson wine spills
and gently kisses the night
the world turns in my hands
while the distant moon dances
and eternity whispers
from barren arches
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 