False spring

A butterfly cinquain for Colleen Chesebro’s weekly challenge.

 

Wings beat

against the rain;

dim light pours in wet mist.

Even the green is grey on this

morning

of false spring, when grassy ditches

run loud and no birds sing.

Butterfly, where

are you?

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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.

29 thoughts on “False spring”

    1. Thank you. When I was a child the farmers were probably more liberal with pesticides than they are now. I’m lucky to live on a bit of land that has never ever been cultivated. It has always been pastureland and since the last cows were sold ten years ago, it has just been meadow, mown once a year at the end of the summer. It is full of life and wildflowers. I’ve never seen so many butterflies and never seen orchids at all.

      1. I know. I wonder if there’s been a change in the species around my childhood home now that farming practices have changed. The fact that there’s been so much building gone on on up there probably negates the effects of fewer pesticides. We’ve really messed things up.

      2. We need a complete change in the way we (mis)manage resources. leaving aside population increase, how are we going to handle the massive shift of populations when melting glaciers drown half of the Asian sub-continent? Build a wall?

      3. Well, real concerns are relegated sometimes. It’s not just government interventions from policies and funding but other deliberate attempts to cushion the effects of globalization especially climate change.

      4. I’m not sure how the people in the Ganges delta will cushion anything. That’s the big problem. As long as the rich countries can wriggle out of the really harsh effects, we’ll carry on exploiting those that can’t.

      5. Those dystopian stories make me laugh when they load thousands of spaceships up with entire populations to escape the apocalypse. I can just imagine our great leaders combing the slums to make sure they got every last homeless bag person.

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