March morning


Mist falls and lies and seeps where sun should

shine and fill the damp spaces with glitter.


Cold clings to cottony seedpods

spider-webbed with droplets, while


birds squabble for crumbs or distant call

among the black trees, singing up the change.


We watch the unchanged, the hanging, falling

mist mixed with cloud, and the cold digs deeper.


Only I wait; earth, birds, mist, silent shoots

and roots stir, strive, uncoil, too busy being.

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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.

19 thoughts on “March morning”

    1. There’s no frost now, we only had a few frosty mornings all winter. It’s all flowers and spring growth now, but there’s still often mist in the morning that lingers in the valley bottom.

    1. The critters have had an easy winter so they’ve hardly slowed down at all. The flowers are steaming ahead but what I’m noticing most is how nature only slows down over the winter, never actually stops. Always busy. We should get out more 🙂

    1. We didn’t get a winter down here. The walls have been covered in lizards since mid January, the honeysuckle is covered in bees and some flowers have bloomed all winter. It’s mad, but I’m not complaining.

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