Another cold morning


Dim light


grey as dusk swims

a cold ocean

over frosted grass.

Lemon yellow sun hides

among the groves of the south

where butter wouldnโ€™t melt

and the geese sing loud.

Hard earth yields little

but hoofed away the fallen leaves

acorns sit fat as pigs.

Squabbling over scraps

songbirds flit

bright shards

of the broken jar that was summer,

the mirror of spring.


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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.

11 thoughts on “Another cold morning”

  1. Hope you get some warm weather soon. It’s gotten colder here, and still windy–but at least the sun is out. We’re supposed to get some snow tomorrow though. I like the images of the fat acorns and squabbling birds.

  2. So well captured, as always Jane. A sense of these greys days of the new year seem to be sweeping over everything I read of late. I always felt like I was a child of winter but the older I get the more I long for Spring, or do I mean youth?

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