The colour of frost


There was a time,Screen Shot 2017-08-19 at 15.55.38

when honey-drunk

we soared

with music whispering

in our wings.

Now, ships that pass

in the night.



Time devoursScreen Shot 2017-08-19 at 16.07.52

the soft heart of the day.

Morning comes, red as fire

but at my dark window,

ice, steel-blue and hard,

kisses the cold glass

with ghosts of the night.


Night touches the skyScreen Shot 2017-08-19 at 16.18.47

with soft wings,

old songs fill the evening,

and we dance in starlight

as a river of music

runs into the morning.



Between life and the fall,Screen Shot 2017-08-19 at 16.36.16

we wander.

Root to bough,

spring to winter,

dawn to dusk,

the dark cycles rolls,

until the rose quiet shade

is the colour of frost.




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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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