…so brief is the moment

White lightning and windowpanes
the play of light and colour
a restless, rolling fog
across the distant heavens
painted softly in watercolour

the amethyst of the sunset
reflected in unending images
rose petal dreams
float over a lavender ocean
where there is always rain
on the far horizon

clouds swallow clouds
the petals close, the petals open
spring drifts away
and summer dances in
autumn swoops down
and winter falls heavily

days go to night
nothing but silence
where fallen petals lie
and it feels a fleeting loss
the seasons change
in constant repetition
these are the patterns
of the dance
so brief is the moment
yet there is no undoing it
© Ann Bagnall
2014