Day rises out of night-chill
and white frost
bathed in frozen fog.

Pearled sky blues, touch by touch,
beaten by kestrel wings
searing the trailing mist

until on a sudden,
in a wing-flash, white as egrets,
there is only light,

green, blue,
and between, the kestrel god
hangs in splendour.

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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.

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