Thoughts of you
endlessly wander
in the undulating drifts
of my memories
trees are un-leafing
time ever whispers softly
you cast shadows love
I tremble to remember
you haunt my dreams
a soft breeze teases
the fading autumn leaves
perhaps it is but the whisper
that escapes your sigh
the colours melt without you
this beauty incomplete
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 