…for a moment

As spring skies turn towards summer
arrayed with fraying ribbons of silver and blue
shafts of sunlight dance like silent thoughts that come unbidden
surrounded by the sweet serenity of growing things
all fragile things are made to break
fresh flower petals cast off and floating
like snow from above, upon tranquil flowing waters
abandoned jewels of the passing season
a myriad of vivid hues, a filigree of senseless patterns
of light and tears, drifting drowsily through the water
so effortless their coming and going
perfume lingers upon the wind
achieving tranquillity for a moment
alighting amongst the cool stones at the river’s edge
then like our dreams are washed away
disappearing in a momentary swirl
© Ann Bagnall
2012