Daily poem: Essence 19

 

Wind-touch, grass stalks bending—

such joy, winter’s ending.

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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.

28 thoughts on “Daily poem: Essence 19”

    1. I’m going to stop complaining. This is the coldest it’s going to get during this last winter fling and it’s 8° and raining. Miserable but not cold enough indoors to be arsed to light the stove yet. Won’t be long though.

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