The skies are changing


The skies are changing, wild cloud streaking

In and out of sunbeams, veils of grey.

Roses heavy bowed with bee-loud scent

Strain against the wind, stain pink the day.

I hear your words again against the howl

Of crow-black branches, twisted by the gale,

They lie as dull as water in the ditch,

Their echoes faded like a distant wail.

Roses fall, wind bears all trace away,

The sky has changed, in stormlight shadows play.

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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.

14 thoughts on “The skies are changing”

  1. Beautiful–stormy days and stormy souls.
    We had changeable skies here today. We were walking about Philadelphia, and it would get cloudy, then sunny, then rain, then the sun would come out (sometimes at the same time)–and it was warmer in February.

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