Winter winds are howling
bare branches clinging to the sky
my wounds are colourless, yet still not healing
endlessly bleeding upon the snow covered ground
that catches my tears as they fall
soon running like rivers into grief’s immense wilderness
where your footprints are slowly vanishing from view
this is my season of sorrow, where loss echoes in the silence
as the past and the future collide
and there is no longer anywhere to hide
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 