…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