…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