18. (seven lines)

The photo is of the stream. I haven’t been over to the pool since the weather has been bad, too cold, dark and quiet.


No stars shine in the cold mirror,
no bright scintillating sky
is reflected in this dark pool.

I hear the stealthy movement
through the sedge and wait,
immobile, breath withheld,
for the wild thing to pass by.


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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.

21 thoughts on “18. (seven lines)”

      1. The big trees here are north and east of the house, and since the gales almost always come from the west, we should be okay. It’s that ‘almost’ that keeps me awake sometimes ๐Ÿ™‚

      2. We once had sudden straight line winds come through. There was no storm. It was a sunny day, but all of a sudden this wind came through–it ripped a small tree out and onto my car. I heard a crash and our power went out.

      3. I guess most times we know–this was years ago, and I don’t remember the explanation. I think the wind came across the river.
        But now, it is crazy. All the rain and floods in California and the wildfire there before? And it seems like tornados are all year and can hit anywhere in the country. We do have so many different climates and geography across the US. It seems like the weather is flying and taking things from all of them.

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