…along the scented path

She idles along the scented path
sunlight pierces the darkness, to the forest floor
petals are strewn beneath her feet
spring has done her flowering and taken leave
there is birdsong upon the breeze
songs of love weaving beauty to the end
dreams weigh heavy in the air
and she reaches out to hold them
but they disappear in the warmth of her tears
and now she thinks of him along the scented path
and in her melancholy, she journeys on alone
© Ann Bagnall
2014