The days are shorter, sharper is the air

The days are shorter, sharper is the air

and when, within the dog rose hipped and barbed,
the robin, winter king, in russet garbed,
clicks his tongue to summon to his side
bright-painted finch wings, redstart-bobbing tails,
we know that autumn’s come, it rides the tide,
with flame-red sails unfurled to catch the gales.


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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.

15 thoughts on “The days are shorter, sharper is the air”

    1. I’ve got that rhythm in my head now. It’s going to be hard getting rid of it!
      We had rain today, real rain for a couple of hours. This is the beginning of the big slide. 50° is chilly!

      1. Oh, real rain. Did you recognize what it was? 😏
        Yes, a definite change in the weather. It’s in the high 60s now, and the sun is out, so it’s chilly, but nice. It will be back close to 80 on Sunday.

      2. The dogs went into the porch and stared at it. Bix sat on the bench and just watched it fall. I was more concerned about husband who had to cycle home and the forecast had said no rain until Sunday, so he wasn’t dressed for it.
        We had 86° yesterday, but by the looks of it we’re in for a week of low 70s and cloud. It will feel cold.

      3. He cycles to the station to get the train. It’s about 3 miles. The rain had more or less stopped by the time the train got in so he was okay 🙂

        It’s been quite a while since they’ve seen rain so it was interesting until they remembered that rain is wet.

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