Confrontation at dusk

the meadow stalks
and stands in ranks
of stalks
shoulder to shoulder

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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