Stillness (Poetry)

02nd January 2012
In the silence of the garden
        leaves turn their colours
                hang motionless
                        each shape a memory
                                all that remains of Summer.

Where the raindrops damp the pathway
        scents rise and mingle
                cling pungently
                        tattered trees are dreaming
                                of the season that is lost.

The last roses shed their petals
        old loves come haunting
                edge consciousness
                        bruise dull the aching sky
                                with those regrets left unsaid.