…between shadows and light

The winds are calling, soft and musical
idly plucking the fragrant petals from their trembling trees
no branches remain untouched in their gentle plunder
soft tears falling, colours mingling
oceans of perfume heaving and breathing
marking the final hours of the fragrant seasons
echoing their requiems to the fading summer
the murmuring birds are rustling amongst the leaves
on the other side of twilight the long night awaits
sable feathers gently folding over fragile beauty
the night descends in waves of whispers
in the space between shadows and the light
the winds are still calling, soft and musical
© Ann Bagnall