Dark days


A day like tomorrow looms
out of the sodden ashes
of yesterday yearning
for an ending of sorts.

Sadness drips from the
trees colder than rain
charcoal-black into grass
grazed by thin-flanked deer

and how can the birds sing
when so much is to come
so dense and dark and how
do they know it will end?

I don’t.

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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 “Dark days”

    1. Thank you for asking. The season has turned for me and my condition is kicking in. Set for three months of misery, cold and depression. Don’t expect much cheer from me, it’s pathological.

      I understood that you have been unwell. You went quiet. Are things getting brighter?

      1. It’s one of those things that is too rare to get much research and usually the people who have it are also sick with really serious things, so the CAD is a minor concern. I’m one of the lucky handful who don’t have anything else so I get to enjoy it in all its awful isolation.

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