…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