Bare Earth

Painting by Nikolai Astrup


Bare earth,
not so bare,
bespecked with green life.
Sprouts shooting skyward,
unfolding to catch the speckled rain
spit-spatting on last years leaves.
Green grows,
unfolds and unfurls
beneath a cloud-flecked sky,
dappled light and shade.
No pixie dust scattered,
no sleight of hand,
wind, rain and the glorious sun
coax and shape,
tossing their magic in the damp breeze,
and suddenly,
the not so bare earth
is resplendent
in spring jewels.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

18 thoughts on “Bare Earth”

      1. That is so weird! I have always felt uncomfortable living in a flat landscape! It was such a relief when we moved here and there were hills everywhere! Oh and lots of trees, too. Love trees…

      2. I was brought up in Yorkshire, on top of a hill, surrounded by hills, Pennines along the western horizon. Maybe it’s a primal sense of insecurity that makes us feel safer bounded by hills.

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