November

brief sun

Not a sound
but the bent grasses
straightening
where I have trod

nothing in the wind
but the smell of dead leaves
and fox

no fear
no pain
I hear the hush
of dusk.

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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.

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