Along the border of the field,

A hedge of briar and robins’ wings

And pierced with secret tracks of fox

And badger—this is where I walk.


By the stream beneath the willows

I listen as the world falls silent,

As owl and fox reclaim their own—

I leave the dusk to those who stalk.

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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.

17 thoughts on “Dusk”

      1. I think you are so far from simplistic as to be in another world, but then again I’m all for the type of simplicity that just works without any need for more, so in that sense simplicity is perfection

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