Morning lingers
beyond reach
I see the ashes
of another warning
echoing across darkness
just playthings of the wind
loss is a stony bed
memories are echoing
in the silence of the night
and in fields of flowers
where footprints fill with rain
and yet are also filled
with emptiness
softly my longing comforts me
© Ann Bagnall

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