Tranquillity
As Spring skies turn
Towards Summer
Arrayed with fraying ribbons
Of silver and blue
Shafts of sunlight dance
Like silent thoughts
That come unbidden
Surrounded
By the sweet serenity
Of growing things
All fragile things
Are made to break
Fresh flower petals
Cast off and floating
Like snow from above
Upon tranquil
Flowing waters
Abandoned jewels
Of the passing season
A myriad of vivid hues
A filigree
Of senseless patterns
Of light and tears
Drifting drowsily
Through the water
So effortless
Their coming and going
Perfume lingers
Upon the wind
And they achieve tranquillity
For a moment alighting
Amongst the cool stones
At the river’s edge
Then like our dreams
Are washed away
Disappearing
In a momentary swirl
© Ann Bagnall 2012.
