…like loneliness

I sit alone shrouded in mist
trees stand motionless lost in their leaves
spilling shadows like loneliness
an ebbing tide upon a distant shore
is calling out to me
and I am untethered as a boat rolling back to sea
birds sweep strangely silent
across a darkening sky
an impatient wind
echoes through the corners of my soul
as the night falls swiftly
into dark liquid pools
pulling me gently into my memories of you
© Ann Bagnall