…of sadness

A tiny bird calls in the night
marking the hours of sadness
and all that I have lost
that even darkness cannot erase
memories are haunting me
flowing around me like shadows
the roses recently blossomed
bright and dripping with dew
their sweet scent haunts me
bringing me pictures of you
but just like mist in the morning
all this too must pass
for the seasons must change
and the trees will shed their leaves
the flowers will fade to grey
and my tears will continue falling
© Ann Bagnall