
In the awakening
amidst the sighing of the trees
and the lost and lightless places
I still remember everything
the sweet perfumes of night
and their final, weary breathings
© Ann Bagnall

In the awakening
amidst the sighing of the trees
and the lost and lightless places
I still remember everything
the sweet perfumes of night
and their final, weary breathings
© Ann Bagnall