Earth colours

Franz_Marc-Birds_(Vögel)_(1914)

Silver the river in the sun

serpentine its coiled meanders

sombre the birdless trees

in this silent spring.

 

Golden the light

that falls from a sunless sky

in the time between

the end and the beginning.

 

Black and endless

the night that seeps

while stars sleep

into our final dreams.

 

Red as flames are red

that leap and eat the sky

the cool green leaves

and all is crying.

 

Green with hope

the new grass growing

and kinder hands tilling

this rich earth.

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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.

7 thoughts on “Earth colours”

  1. Let’s hope for “kinder hands tilling.” It’s a beautiful Earth but fraught. The seasons seem to labor more than they should have to. Sorry if I see too much of an environmental message here.

    The image to go with the words is grand. Maybe it went the other way ’round in composing, but my bias is to see the words first.

    1. You’re right. I chose the image after the words, and realised it was full of both the colours and the birds, and even a river.
      It’s hard to see too much of an environmental message in what I write. It’s at the back of my mind all the time. You’re right—the earth is fraught. I’d say Bolsonaro and his friends will be laughing on the other side of their faces one day quite soon, but they’ll probably be dead. Which is why they don’t care.

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