…from falling?

Snow falling, beauty in flight
crystalline and catching the last of the sun
as each perfect snowflake, floats towards the end
ever nearer to oblivion, to the hard reality of the frozen earth
to ultimately vanish into the night
falling blossoms, fragrant, silken pirouettes
floating and settling in beauteous heaps
cherry red and lotus pink, apple blossom white
likened to snowdrifts, only softer, less transient
yet still, in time trampled underfoot
and in the first good rain sent swirling back to whence they came
the leaves of fall, dance a wondrous waltz
falling and floating ever downward
lifted up by the winds, tossed away into the stream
or piled in heaps, crackling to life
just for a moment in the flames
falling, ever falling, into the night, into the stream, into the flames
the beauty and the joy, the dying and the pain
falling, the flow of grace, eternal threads
the elegance of endings
will you save me from falling? forever falling?
your love is the wind that picks me up
that whispers low and sweet
and lets me drop with nothing left to grasp
and speaks in silence, of unattainable peace
© Ann Bagnall
2013