The Oracle reminded me of an incident on a walk a week or so ago. She never forgets.

Painting by Willard Metcalf


I watch
but not her
not the woman with the tiny dog
yapping in her arms

fussing because leaves
damp dirt other dogs

I watch the beauty
fall slow from the trees
listen as the leaves whisper forgiveness
to the summer
for the relentless heat

I taste the tang of rain
in their soft browning
foetal shapes

while Dog sniffs the change
revels in its richness.


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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.

14 thoughts on “Watching”

      1. We were in line but thanks to a cold front, Ian bent to the south and headed east. Right now my area is enjoying cool, sunny, breezy weather. South Florida is just starting to assess the damage to its communities 😦

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