Daily poem: Florette 4


I woke, sleep in tatters,

night spoke, wild gale batters.


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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.

21 thoughts on “Daily poem: Florette 4”

  1. It is hard to sleep during storms (unless you’re my husband) ๐Ÿ˜‰ I like the idea though that it is tattered.
    I also like this Winslow Homer painting. I remember looking at it recently.

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