…reflections

You are the whispering of the wind
the trail of silken tears
falling from blushing, beautiful blossoms
the light mists and heavy clouds, the fragrance in the air
the burnished red of autumn leaves
the idle clouds sailing across an endless sky
these sad reflections
just fragments, scattered pieces
from a time now vanished into the distant blue
but even in the seasons of your absence
there are always days when the sun still shines
and the wild roses still bloom
and the songs of the birds still greet the day
your heart still echoes the sweetest song
and lifted upon the breeze
I trust your wings to bring me home
© Ann Bagnall