…of lost souls

The leaves are drifting
falling soundless
to the earth
touched by the early frost
reflecting both the light
and the endless darkness

colours swim
until the daylight wanes
once more into twilight
shadows echo velvet
draped in splendid
silver tracery

the falling night
the only sound
masking the ground
with its veils
but a melody still echoes
of memories made
and yet to be

somewhere
the night dreams
and quietly gathers
its secrets
catching the sighs
of lost souls
from shooting stars
© Ann Bagnall
2013