…are stilled

In beautiful colours the whirling sea of leaves are finally untethered
dancing joyfully with the gentle winds, tossed hither and yon
as if caught in the midst of wild rising storm
but where each leaf falls, it is slowly dying
and there it will stay, finally finding its’ rest
under the weight of an unseen force
and I also sit in silence in the company of thought
once again my dreams are stilled
like the promises of all our tomorrows that blithely fade away
now all that remains are just the echoes
slowly drifting away upon the fading breeze
© Ann Bagnall
2012