In the wind


In the wind, dead leaves are flying,

Drifting gold on silver water,

The river running to the sea.


Blackbirds chase among the branches,

The fruit that shrivels on the vine,

In the wind, dead leaves are flying.


Autumn sun sinks, pale and failing,

Like dreams that gleam just out of reach,

Drifting gold on silver water.


Though last beams end their flight in shadow,

Hand in hand, we watch till night falls,

The river running to the sea.

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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.

13 thoughts on “In the wind”

  1. This among many but definitely THIS is your forte, this echoing form of poetry, the line you chose is PERFECT and it is so emotive and sorrowful and beautiful and you have colored it so well with your description. I thought earlier reading another poem of yours that you seemed to almost re-tell The Happy Prince with the gilt and then the take of that gilt and you are a painter because you always color and then expose, or expose and then color with your words and it is that dance that draws us closer and brands the loveliness of your insight into our hearts. Good grief this season suits you!

    1. It’s a form I really love. Repetition is one of my favourite notions anyway, but this repetition of the entire line is like the thought that lies behind the first stanza is teased out to say by the last stanza what the poet really meant all along.

      1. If someone writes it RIGHT then I love it too. I often find it doesn’t work but I have yet to read one of yours that does not work – you know how to fashion it. Superb.

      2. Yes – jarring (a favorite word) and yours is never (jarring) I have been guilty of it but as you say you can ‘hear’ the words and hopefully help others hear them in the same way through your use of them

      3. We’re all guilty of misusing words and mispronouncing especially borrowed words so the whole thing sounds nonsensical when you read it correctly. The difference between the amateur and the pro, I suppose 🙂

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