Annie's Poetry

The light dies so quickly
after you are gone
at first there are shadows
just fluttering
softly tremulous
like the wings of butterflies
caressed by the breeze
as they beat over and over
but then comes the night
swooping in relentless
like the ebb
rolling back to sea
black satin feathers
brushing my soul
the endless darkness
flowing over me
© Ann Bagnall
2016