Sweet songs of joy and loss
in the fragrance of spring
as the petals bloom and softly fall
thoughts of you come back to me
how strange it is that joy can linger
deep beneath the weight of grief
the morning is softly blooming
her veils pale and melancholy
touched with the gold of the sun
eternity is quietly whispering
and your shadow dances with me
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 