Stilly morning


stilly calm rises

as open-armed

morning grows


dew drops

like silent rain




uncluttered with outliers

reflects the distant ocean


blue too deep to stir

not even swallow wings

disturb its face


water mirror

deep magic waiting for night

and glowing pearls of stars

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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.

14 thoughts on “Stilly morning”

  1. When I was a kid and it would rain at night, by dawn-break, all the clotheslines in my village had those small, dewy pearls of water, in which the sun seemed to deposit himself completely; they were star-like, and it all felt like an extension of patterns, a mystical cycle, to me. It still does, when I’m reminded of it, and your poem did that; thanks, Jane. 🙂

    1. The patterns necklaces and other ornaments water leaves behind on trees and grass are beautiful, reflections of the stars. I suppose it’s another example of nature re-using the same elements to make the great big picture.

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