The sky unfolds before me
in serene quietude
a pale boundless beauty
a vast space
singular and silent
today in mourning dress
an undivided palette
bleak eternal shades of winter
darkened corridors of night
it’s shadows
fallen on the ground
impenetrable and cold
like betrayal
yet dreamlike
and somehow soft
like a velvet sigh
unmoved by the whispering
of the wind
or the weeping of the rain
distant and drifting on alone
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 