Milan royal swarm


red kites swarm

like gnats


so much sun

on golden meadows

death stalks


grace and beauty glide

turning dark then silver-light

in deadly display


there were deer

in the meadow in the dew

and first sun


gone now

in the grinding of teeth

and broken stalks

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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.

13 thoughts on “Haymaking”

  1. I like this–the light and dark, the death and life. . .constant cycles in nature.
    There must be lots of little corpses around here, too, because I often see vultures.

  2. It is sad about the animals. I imagine there’s a better way. I also don’t know if there’s a better way to manage a meadow. In a marginal, fractional way, there is a patch of grass next to the house I live in. Every year in Spring, wild violets grow to make a lovely, purple scene. They they are chopped down in the first cutting of the season.

    1. That’s an early cut you have. Such a shame. If the plants aren’t left alone to finish their cycle they die off. If they keep coming back, at least the violets have managed it. Think of all the flowers that don’t.

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