Waiting for the fire

An etheree for Colleen Chesebro’s weekly prompt—meaning & passion


At the wind’s mercy, we watch the clouds pass,

from the east with Siberian chill,

the north with Arctic snow and ice.

Birds, essence of misery,

hunch on  still-black boughs, rain-

wet and stark, waiting

for the sun’s

ardour to



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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.

20 thoughts on “Waiting for the fire”

  1. I’ve noticed in the comments a hope for permanent spring – I know the feeling, and I hope this poem’s desire for spring comes true. It’s always sad when fruiting trees and plants get destroyed by a sudden frost.

    1. It is. It must be specially hard on the birds and animals that are relying on them. Thankfully we get very few nights of frost here, and it looks set for warm weather into the beginning of March so we should be out of danger.

      1. There’s usually two cold snaps for us when it looks like it’s about to get warm – Dogwood Winter (when the dogwoods bloom) and Blackberry Winter (when the blackberries bloom). If those are especially bad, budding peach trees and strawberry plants can get destroyed. Hope you’re out of the way now for reals, though! That would be excellent.

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