Walking at dusk

 

Walk in blue dusted with gold

specked with white and drops of sky.

Walk softly where the cradle of grass

trembles

and hearts beat in fear.

Walk past and let things be.

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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.

8 thoughts on “Walking at dusk”

    1. It is lovely. Not summer yet and the wind is still coming from the wrong direction, but not bad.
      We won’t have the meadows mown until the second half of the summer when the young ones are up independent. We’re going to have the mower man leave refuge islands in it for the wildlife over the winter. We already have a reputation for being slightly cranky ‘ecologists’ but then the previous owners did too, so we’re just carrying on the tradition 🙂

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