no stars

to guide the storm

black water floods

black earth



sky swollen with rain


instead of stars


streak the darkness


after weeks and weeks

of drought

rain falls and falls

and when it stops

the earth’s bones are still dry


trees hiss

in the ocean’s wind

tossing spray of golden leaves

the night meadow



night falls

full of cloud

will the owls

sing me to sleep

beneath this restless sky?


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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.

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