Clouds pass in silent tatters
free falling in soft mist
blossoms fall on reflections
floating just beyond my grasp
they have found a place of solitude
the wind is whispering
through invisible strings
emptying the sound
into a quiet morning
© Ann Bagnall

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  1. I really liked this poem a lot. You have turned Autumn into seemingly a person who is waiting for there loved one to come which would be winter. A lovely piece with vivid images and great imagery.

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