…of sadness

A tiny bird calls in the darkness
marking the hours of sadness
and all that I have lost
that even darkness cannot erase

memories are haunting me
flowing around me like shadows
the roses recently blossomed
bright and dripping with dew

their sweet scent haunts me
brings me pictures of you
but like mist in the morning
all this too must pass

for the seasons must change
the trees will shed their leaves
the flowers will fade to grey
and my tears continue falling
© Ann Bagnall