Storm breaks

Storms have lapped up the summer.
The dull-billowed Atlantic rolls overhead,
while earthfire sinks deep among roots,
yet still the butterflies dance.

The dull-billowed Atlantic rolls overhead
grey as pigeons, and running rabbits listen
to the rumbling deep in its diaphanous throat
that says, the season is turning, burning,

while earthfire sinks deep among roots,
and even we feel the cool coming, then the cold.
Burrows yawn where the dogs know,
and whiskers tremble, remembering.

Yet still the butterflies dance
among flowers, stalks, and, braving the deluge,
bees gather while they may, before the next storm
breaks the wheel of the year.

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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.

13 thoughts on “Storm breaks”

      1. Oh, I thought you were in Munich! Even for Belgrade that’s bad. And yes, everything is off kilter and for some it’s more than just irritating (like our cloudy wet summer) it’s lethal.

      2. It is. We were in the 30s when I was a kid. Now it’s unbearably hot.
        Munich has pretty mild climate. It was 30-32 for a few days only; the temperature rarely exceeds 26/7 during summer.

      3. None of those sad people who think they’re living under the equivalent of the Gestapo because they’re being asked to show they’ve been vaccinated before they can eat in a restaurant.

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