Seasons change and spring departs
on her perfect perfumed wings
summer’s warmth a mere breath
then autumn swoops in on icy winds
too soon our days go to night
and winter circles seeking prey
our fleeting lives
so brief is the moment
and there is no undoing it
like fallen petals seen no more
ashes to ashes dust to dust
captured by the winds of time
carried away into the silence
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 