She walks through the empty morning

Painting by Van Gogh


In the cool of the morning,

I walk beneath the roses,

Light sifted pink and white,

Perfume dripping with the dew.

Birch tree drips with birdsong,

Falling in dapples about my feet.

I walk, and the mist parts,

Rising from the river into the blue air.

I walk, listening to the quiet rush

Of the tressed water,

Tangling and untangling,

On its way to the sea.

In the cool wind from the west, I walk,

Listen to the silence falling,

At my back the sun rises,

At my face the rising wind.

Wind from the sea in my face,

And instead of the honey of your lips,

I taste the salt,

Though I cannot tell,

Perhaps it is the taste of my tears.

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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.

11 thoughts on “She walks through the empty morning”

  1. Beautiful. I love the mix of joy and sorrow. You have such a way with words!

    –As an aside, lol, I’ve been trying to email you and my mail keeps bouncing back saying your inbox is full!

      1. Hm, I tried again, and it bounced right back at me. Here’s what the delivery fail message is saying:

        Diagnostic-Code: smtp;552 5.2.2 This message is larger than the current system limit or the recipient’s mailbox is full. Create a shorter message body or remove attachments and try sending it again.

        I’m only sending a short message, so you must have reached your mailbox size limit.

        (Feel free to delete this comment so it’s not messing up your blog, lol.)

  2. I love these lines: “Light sifted pink and white,” and “Of the tressed water,/Tangling and untangling,”

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