Town on winter afternoon

Agen

On the hill the sun
and thrusting bulbs
bird flocks in golden twitter
and droplet sparkle
of emerald-mossed trunks

but stones and streets clutch
their darkness beneath the mist
like lovers before the end.

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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.

16 thoughts on “Town on winter afternoon”

    1. There’s a special feeling in old places where the streets are crowded and narrow. It’s as though the stones are hiding something, or protecting it. Not always a good feeling.

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