Autumn song

I tried to photograph the bambis this morning but the zoom came out too blurry to see anything, and it was raining. When it stopped, the trees were lovely though.

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Blood cools after the shot

rips a scream,

and beauty flees

to walk other gentler paths.

 

I may not live to see a time

not devoured by red hot open wounds,

the slow poison

that bleeds white

fish, flower and bird.

There is no peace in these nights,

but if I could, I would heal it all

with the soft fire of morning,

dancing on the edge of being.

 

Trees whisper last songs

as leaves fall, drift in gold,

and the robin sings sweet and strong

where the deer browse.

Listen to peace dropping,

let this not end through greed,

the innocent suffer for our folly.

 

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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.

18 thoughts on “Autumn song”

  1. I love the whispering trees and dripping gold–that is just how it looks in your photo. Beautiful!
    We have lots of the same words, of course–though different scenes. ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. It’s been remarkably quiet here this morning. Only a couple of shots. The deer spent a bit of time here early on. They had drifted off in the opposite direction to the shots…
      On my way.

      1. It might well have been the neighbour up on the hill who has a hide in his garden and takes pot shots at whatever he sees. There are a lot of pheasants about. They’re easy to kill, big, slow, can’t fly very well, don’t know where the danger’s coming from. So much for the skill of the hunter. Pathetic.

  2. A time not devoured by red hot open wounds…now that is the truest wish for these times. The Oracle shows us what is there for us if we would just stop and let the world be. The colors in the photo are mesmerizing. (K)

    1. The Oracle comforts, but never by pretending that life is a bowl of cherries. She tells it like it is and asks us to think about it.
      It isn’t often I go out at dawn, in the rain to take photos, but the sunrise was magnificent, fuchsia pink sky. The sunrise photos were blurry but a few minutes later the cloud cleared the rain stopped and the sun slanted across the field to the west.

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