In the empty hours sorrow circles me
relentless as a predator stalking its prey
searching for you in dreams
seeking answers to questions
that on waking I cannot recall at all
here in my season of ice
in my monotone mornings
it is winter in my heart
and clouds are on my mind
© Ann Bagnall

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