Confrontation at dusk

Evening
the meadow stalks
and stands in ranks
of stalks
shoulder to shoulder
impenetrable.

Across the strip of mown green
untidy lavender tufts and sprawls of rose
face tight-ranked meadow grasses
tangled mass of burrowing
creeping root and stemmed blooms.

At evening
the meadow creeps closer
and in the dark
I hear its furtive rustle
spill through
the open window.

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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.

27 thoughts on “Confrontation at dusk”

  1. I love the light in the photo, and that last stanza is wonderful. I just can’t decide if it’s a comforting thought or a scary one. It seems a little Stephen King-ish. 😀

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