There is a sweet scent
upon the breeze
familiar, like a dream
I breathe deeply
hear the blossoms
whispering as they fall
I think suddenly of you
sorrow flows over me
it is bittersweet
this season of sighs
for it returns you to me
an ethereal haunting
and I am lost
ever reaching for the shadows
abandoned over and over
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 