…in mourning silk

The birds and I cry into the darkness
sorrow flutters blackly like a shadow spilling over me
bleeding darkly across the surface of my soul
I am draped in mourning silk and it weighs heavily upon me
like a still fall of fresh snow it clings to me
and I feel the cold, whispering, as soft as your sigh
over and over in the rolling tides of loss
© Ann Bagnall
2016