A quadrille for dverse.


We follow paths that wind about
the woods where jays and blackbirds shout,
and fox tails tall

bend dappled shade with feather-fronds,
that gather round the shallow ponds
where red leaves fall.

Our footprints track the summer sand,
autumn tears dried with your hand,


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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.

42 thoughts on “Melancholy”

  1. I really like this–and the way the physical signs merge with the emotions. It describes this time of year so well. The final couplet is lovely.

    (I used the word “dappled” today for one of my upcoming folktober poems. 🙂)

    1. Thank you 🙂
      All that wind, cool temperatures and wild cloud of the equinox has gone now. For the last few days and for the next week at least it’s going to be cloudless, still and hot.
      Dappled is a lovely word. Pied too. The best two words in Manley Hopkins 🙂

      1. They are both lovely words.
        The wind and cool temperatures are here. I turned the heat on–it was in the 40s when I woke up. And we have gusty winds and rain. On Thursday, it will get back to the low 70s and sunshine for a couple days.

  2. Loved the rhyme in tempo in this piece Jane. It rolled off the tongue and made the spirit light. Excellent Rite my friend.🙂✌🏼❤️

    1. Thanks Kim. The weather here turned from baking heat (back up to 38°) to really wild and cool around the equinox. I thought we’d said bye bye to any hope of an Indian summer, but it did change and it’s just lovely now. Pleasantly hot and still.

      1. Yes, July was exceptionally good. August was dry but the latter half of September was plentiful. Though I am only talking about north India. Some states in south and north-east have faced the fury of rain. Now the monsoon has almost retreated.

      2. Some of it is our own doing. In a large, poor country like ours how does one teach people to be mindful about various environmentally friendly practices when a majority don’t know from where their next meal is going to come.

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