Buds and stars

The lighter twitter poems from yesterday.

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Sun, coax the buds,

break their hard-shelled coat,

let warm fingers

pry apart pink petals,

shed spring perfume,

renew this old year.

 

 

Underfoot, blossom,

mingled with grit and dust waits

for cleansing spring rain.

 

 

Moulded from spring clay

and touched with sun,

root and burgeoning branch

create blossom beauty.

 

River mist ascending,

smoke on glassy water,

burning bright

in brazen sun,

veiled with memories

of deep sea pearls.

 

Twilight,

twixt the two lights,

one blazing sunset,

one of softly creeping darkness,

dusk, dawn

and in between,

the light of stars.

 

 

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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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