For earthweal.


When the leaves are drying, curling,
rattling in the rising wind,
sharp as the gunshots that ring
from side to valley side,
autumn’s beauty marred by brutes,
it’s hard to remember

~ spring ~

bird racket and squirrels leaping where leaves unfurl,
the stream racing after the rains,
light falling bright and green,
falling on a mallard turning in the flood,
her chicks bobbing boats in a baby’s bath,
their new voices thrilling.

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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.

17 thoughts on “Enchantment”

  1. A delightful Puente Jane. I do love this form, thank you for reminding me! We have some consolation for autumn at the moment in the form of crisp cloudless days.

    1. Thanks Ingrid. I didn’t intend to write a puente, it just came out that way. It is a good form.
      Not crisp yet here and it’s been sunny for the last six weeks, but the nights are colder than they ought to be.

  2. You haven’t mentioned the hunters much recently. I was hoping they weren’t around. It’s probably hunting season of some sort here, too. The puente works perfectly!

    1. Thank you!
      The hunters have been at it all day for the last week. I think they’ve probably released a load of pheasants to shoot, having shot all the wild things. I hate it so much.

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