…never fade

As I sit here alone, watching the intricate lace of the leaves
I see a lonely petal falling, idly floating free
delicate, feather-light and fragile
her silent grief echoing into the empty halls of time
but time passes without notice
the cherry blossoms are weeping
their fragrant petals, falling like wishes into the unseen places
spinning as they descend into the quiet void
between tree roots and memories
and I follow them, my mind slipping back into the past
as though guided by the drifting colours
and the last faint scent of flowers, upon the breeze
when their branches are empty of their burden
spring sighs and the trees are reaching in grief, towards the sky
as I watch the gathering shadows, changing in the light
the colours of the day, drifting away
yet the blossoms still flood the darkness
a gentle breeze dances by like dreams, causing the petals to scatter
I think suddenly of home, where by now the leaves are falling
and the mists of autumn will be spreading its’ colours over all
these memories of mine never fade
and in the moment it’s like catching sight of heaven’s light
while my journey unfolds further every day
© Ann Bagnall