Elusive

For a friend, because everything is fleeting and nothing is ever ours to have.

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These fresh new days of lemon sun,

burgeoning with blossom,

the white froth of plum and pale cherry,

the hedgerows violet-damp,

smudged with blue muscari,

shadows of the sky,

the senses can only grasp so much.

These days of growing light

and stirrings in the earth and in the trees,

young hares ambling at the meadow’s edge,

of skies crissed and crossed by noisy bird streamers,

if I hold my breath,

I can almost catch the tail

of the firebird of bliss.

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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.

34 thoughts on “Elusive”

      1. Time is a very complicated concept. Not quite so complicated as the concept of there being a time before there was time… If you understand it, feel free to explain πŸ™‚

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