The season colours my thoughts
in soft, muted white
my memories frozen in time
and the ghosts of the past
whisper through barren trees
a melodious wind softly sings
sharing my melancholy
a hymn for all I have lost
the vast empty sky offers no answers
to my unspoken questions
and I am drowning in the silence
of all the things unspoken
the things deeply buried
in the winter of my mind
I reach for the surface
it does not shatter
but I am breaking to pieces
holding on to my pictures of you
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 