White fields

White fields

Did you see the morning rise
from the scratched stalks of pale green
and damp-blackened leaves of the fig tree?

I saw the silence
and heard the cold seep—
there is no snow, only egrets.

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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.

16 thoughts on “White fields”

    1. I like that image, white birds symbolising regrets 🙂
      Our weather is just solid gloom that descends into cold too often. It’s colder and wetter than it ought to be, not rainy, just foggy. The tree drip.

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