Uneasy winds, restless leaves
adrift upon the parting winds
my heart’s final serenade to you
one rose that none may pluck
forever held within my heart
our souls aching with the loss
I feel the gentle caress
of the frail twilight breeze
and it whispers a promise
that echoes between us
and the colours of a sighing
are adrift upon the wind
©Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 