Change

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Flowers open and fade,

trees sigh as branches crack in the wind,

and the stripped leaves bleed red into the earth.

Waves wash blue then grey,

rain rattles cold or feather-soft.

Movement there is,

in dust motes and the clouds,

in the wind and waves

and the flight of the swan.

Change and decay,

though our feet are planted firm,

and we shout loud at the waning moon, the setting sun.

Nothing stands still,

not even the stars

that are dead and dry as dust

beyond their false glitter.

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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.

8 thoughts on “Change”

  1. I was thinking about change today, too. Yesterday, was a beautiful day. I turned the heat off and opened windows. Today, the wind was gusting and it snowed–all over the new buds and flowers. Now the sun is out, but it’s still cold.

    1. We don’t get such extremes and I’ve had the heat turned off for a couple of weeks now except for short bursts when the bathroom gets too cold! There won’t be snow or frost or even low temperatures now, but there’ll be wind and rain and low cloud—enough to remind us that summer isn’t here yet 🙂

      1. I’ve re-read it too …. and there is certainly a “darker energy” but the undertow doesn’t drag down too heavy …. so I guess your subconscious pulled you into a lighter stream …. and that’s what we ended up with ….

        hope you’re feeling better and less miserable

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