Under the canopy of endless night
a canvas is slowly unfurling
emerald veils and ribbons of fire
whispering in luminous arcs
as they weave their ghostly art
upon this place composed of ice
here, where the silence sings
and the sky dances to unheard music
unaware of the presence of the reaper
it flaunts its fleeting delicate hues
a momentary glimpse of paradise
already fading like watercolours in rain
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 