The sky unfolds before me
In serene quietude
In pale, boundless beauty
Singular and silent
A vast space
Today, in mourning dress
An undivided grey
Bleak, eternal shades of winter
Darkened corridors of clouds
Like shadows, fallen on the ground
Impenetrable and cold, like betrayal
Yet dreamlike and somehow soft
Like a velvet sigh
Unmoved by the whispering of the wind
Or the weeping of the rain
Distant, and drifting on alone
© Ann Bagnall
