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