The fleeting season gone


The heat has come, too soon, too fierce and dry,

No time to taste the clean, brisk breeze of spring,

To watch the songbird fledglings learn to fly,

The fleeting season’s gone, bird on the wing.

Bright water rushing, tumbling down the fields

Is silent now and sluggish in the sun,

The racing torrent, fed by rainstorm yields

To drying mud, its youthful mad course run.

Already meadow flowers fade to seed,

Hay making trembles in the dusty air,

I fear for those who hide, too young to heed

The machine’s voice, in meadow’s flimsy lair.

The wheel turns, beauty gone, will summer bring

More soft nights when the nightingales will sing?

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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.

21 thoughts on “The fleeting season gone”

  1. I hope summer brings you more soft nights with nightingale’s song. Spring does always seem to go too fast.

    It’s not super hot here, which is good, because it is super steamy, and drizzling a bit. Tomorrow will be hotter, humid, and with a chance of thunderstorms.

    1. Thank you 🙂 There aren’t many nightingales singing at night now because they’ve paired up. So, it’s good really.
      We’ve been forecast long, hot and dry, and it’s started.

      1. I was 9° one night here about a week ago. It doesn’t take much of a hike in temperature for me to get breathless at night. It’s only 12-14° at present.

  2. I hope the soft nights return and sorry for a short spring. Same here. Today the temperature jumped into the eighties (Fahrenheit). and it’s supposed to be hotter tomorrow. Sigh.

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