Within a murmur of the breeze
danced and whirled some withered leaves
cast off petals carelessly strewn
once treasured dreams now fallen to ruin
the spring day lingered on the lake
and I missed the signs of my mistake
I closed my eyes and embraced the fall
the ache of memories, I embraced them all
yet in my heart one rose was pressed
I held it fast and held my breath
I knew that love would do the rest
a scattered fragrance lingered on
and in the dark the nightingale wept
his lovely, lonely song
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 