Tomorrow and tomorrow

Creeping Jenny in the path
where a young hart galloped
strumming his summer coat
colour of ripe apricots
and new squirrels
his antlers a lyre.

There’s rain
and the lowing of the wind
a nightingale singing without a pause
and this light
striped and slanted streams
as if tomorrow is just another day.

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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.

12 thoughts on “Tomorrow and tomorrow”

    1. We heard a deer barking and this one jumped over the stream and galloped parallel with it on our side along the path. He stopped when he was level with us and stared. His antlers looked like a lyre to me. I’ve never thought of that before.

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