Spring birth, spring death

Beauty is in the music of the moon
the spring spray soaring
blue as oceans
green as gardens
where red roses burgeon
and the wind plays stringed meadow grass
blows dreams through forest trees.

Beauty too in the sadness of lake water
beneath the rain
the sedge shivering in the cold
and the scattering of petal feathers
newly hatched and already gone
into the shadows of the long sleep.

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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.

23 thoughts on “Spring birth, spring death”

  1. Beautiful…….everything moving towards its end even as the buds are unfurling………I especially like the image of the sadness of lake water beneath the rain.

    1. You’re one of the people who isn’t tearing his hair and raging at how our lives have ground to a halt? It’s hard for some people, financially and for the students, but most of us are really not so badly off.

      1. It might sound a bit strange, but somehow I always had to and am allowed to run after my money. In addition, if you are in a difficult situation, you cannot be angry about it. Perhaps now there will finally be the necessary changes, or a “big noise” that leads to the same thing, but of course with initially more negative effects.

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