…in a fleeting dream

With each brush of the night
and each blush of the day
with outstretched arms
winter holds me fast
the rising of the sun
the subtle song of rain
that trickles all night long
an almost musical refrain

the last withered leaves
dance and swirl
in denial of their pain
this season of sighs
with its cold fingers
ever reaching for my breath
the white blanket of beauty

it all seeks to remind me
of the whispered vows
beneath the shadow covers
which rising winds bore far away
of where I lost myself
and the warmth
I have yearned for

the colours of water
and moonlight
silken cascades
shift into the light of tomorrow
their shadowed beauty lies still
soon to be swept away in the tides
leaving only the fog of memories

a gentle rain licks the earth
a liquid caress of tears
and a winter moon
leaves a frosted path
in the last fallen leaves
of autumn

the hour grows late
and there is a dark stillness
a heavy emptiness
that echoes in our hearts
some snows fall harder than others
the cold settles deep within

the sky is strewn
with broken clouds
and there are suddenly petals
endlessly floating
in currents of tangible light
trying to escape reality
in a fleeting dream
wandering in thoughts
weaving beauty
until the end
© Ann Bagnall
2013