Golden days

This day of golden December
a single swan bathed the house
in its glorious white shadow

we watched enthralled
caught between white wings
and up-springing meadow

gold slides from top to bottom
slips among dormant trees
heart can’t help but follow
full of hope.

the trees are bare
but the green
is oh so green

in the valley
where the stream runs
trees weave the night shadows

where badgers and foxes are born
and the deer wait
to lie in the quiet
of a moonlit meadow.


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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 “Golden days”

      1. I’m sure we must have swans around here somewhere, but I never see them. One night early in the summer, I was watching from an upstairs window as bats flew out of the tree, and a heron flew right across the sky, too.

      2. You probably do have swans. We used to get them on the Garonne in Bordeaux.
        Yes, herons are fantastic to watch. There’s a pond just the other side of our boundary and there’s often a heron or two on it. They seem to land like aircraft, losing altitude gradually, so by the time they’re flying past our house they’re low. Great big things!

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