Winter winding

Eve

winter winds in shiny worms of water

lapping root and bare black branches

whines in windy window cracks

splits clay pots

seeds and dry leaves scattering

birds still wing

though singing is for spring

sun warming stone and shoots

lizards loiter bees bumble in stray rays

but night falls and fog crawls

draw down the blinds

hope seeps back into black water

on cold earth

struggling to blossom

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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.

20 thoughts on “Winter winding”

  1. So hope is struggling to blossom, and bird-song is for spring. The pot is split (I didn’t know that happened); seeds are scattered. But at least the bird flies. and for a while the sun can warm a stone. You show strongly and thoroughly how nature wrestles with winter.

    1. We generally lose one or two terracotta pots in the winter, leaving them outside in a frost. It often looks like vandalism to me, busting the pots and freezing off the plant inside. Nature’s way of telling us, do unnatural things like keeping tender plants chained up outside in the cold, and face the consequences.

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