…quietly away

Life passes
sighs are floating
upon the gentle wind
red petals
feathered
with flames
drifting
in the darkness

days slip by
as a hint of rain
falls in from the slopes
of the sky
times’ pearly surface
is painted gently
in the frame

a cool breeze
the years are fading
like a slow
drifting boat
soft willows
a’weeping
trailing tresses
out behind

as life
flows quietly away
slowly
melting
like winter snows
© Ann Bagnall