Stories

 

Morning air is cool

whispering words

in the wind’s tongue

that dogs taste

and cats hear

and birds repeat in low whistles.

Summer pauses

breathes

listening for the pattering of rain

and the wary tread

of autumn.

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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.

28 thoughts on “Stories”

  1. Lovely poem. I like how all the animals sense the change. I’m not feeling autumn at all yet–except that it was dark when I got up. I don’t like that, or that before we know it, it will get dark way too early. 🙂

    1. I think the animals are mainly pleased that the intense heat is over, but I feel an edge in the air now, and although it will get warmer again, it’s a reminderl of autumn. Yes, the days are shortening.

    1. The drought has made some of the leaves turn brown and although the heat has come back, it’s only seasonal and after the excess of the heat wave(s) it feels cool. I’m pleased you enjoyed the poem 🙂

  2. What’s it like where you live? The good ‘ol midwest has silenced the tongues on the wind and burdened us with oppressive heat. Oh to taste the rain again!
    Nice poem, makes me long for cooler days.

    1. Where I live (SW France) it’s mild, damp and blustery. We’re just dipping into autumn and still waiting for the rain. Only a few scattered drops so far but it brings back fond memories.

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