On this morning

Photo ©Ttnbangla


As winter fades,

Receding into the darkness of space,

The stars blink coldly,

Memories of icy mornings.

Kite drifts north,

Following the trail of carrion

Dropped by spring tides,

Fighting the gulls

For choice morsels.

Into the grey light of morning,

Blustery with cloud and cold spattered rain,

Songbirds spill their glorious music,

As if there is no war and want,

While beneath the alders,

Blackbird picks busily

Through the debris

Of a million shattered dreams.

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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.

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