Autumn flows in on cold winds
the songs of the birds are fading away
the leaves are changing their colours
their last joyful moment before the fall
and the sky is somehow, still perfection in blue
no matter the season, sorrow still haunts me
but these dark days, filled with tragedy and loss
carry a heavy weight, and my soul aches
and I am drenched in my memories of you
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 