Winter song

west hedge october morning mist

Blue as the veils
of flute and clarinet
this cold sky

washed clear
singing with the bells of winter
yellow-feathered

the rhythm called
by hoofbeat
and the woodpecker’s cry

misted pearl
the snorting breath
of russet running things

my hands clap
to the crisp crack of leaves
beneath my tread.

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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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