Mist circles slowly
trailing cold lazy fingers
across the arched back of the dawn
morning trembles with desire
her sweet anguish rising
like an abandoned lover
aching for the sun
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry
Words and Pictures
Mist circles slowly
trailing cold lazy fingers
across the arched back of the dawn
morning trembles with desire
her sweet anguish rising
like an abandoned lover
aching for the sun
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 