These days

These days

These days of changing winds,
the bright and dark wash of cloud above
and the green below,
brilliant with rain and the gold
and russet shed pelt of the trees,

hese days of change,
I feel as a chill in the bones,
a chill in the heart, and the light
slips between fingers cold with rain,

indifferent as the egrets
flocking over the ploughed field.

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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.

6 thoughts on “These days”

      1. The oaks maples limes and alders are still green but the poplars are looking bare, like the mimosas box elder and the hornbeams. It’s lovely when there’s a break in the cloud and the sun hits the gold and orange.

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