In the hour of deepest shadows
the night gives me her dreams
like wildflowers singing after rain
their perfume fills the darkness
and their songs, like memories
ever echo a sad refrain
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry
Words and Pictures
In the hour of deepest shadows
the night gives me her dreams
like wildflowers singing after rain
their perfume fills the darkness
and their songs, like memories
ever echo a sad refrain
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 