The darkness feels permanent
and it bears the weight of endings
the world is becoming skeletal
all branches and shadows
the future sounds like glass
very close to breaking
then morning drift in on silent wings
and a tiny a sparrow breaks the silence
his song does not erase all that is lost
but it is something beautiful
that doesn’t last and is not expected to
outside my window he finishes his song
and vanishes into the ordinary
©Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 