Night falling

Night falling

Night eats day,
stray clouds,
shrouds hang black,
slack sails, no swell,
bell or candle to light

Flight, wind-gathered and slow,
glowing day done,
sun set,
yet still gold gleams,
streams behind the hill,
rill-bright, the blackbirds sing,
wing-flutter in hedge-home flight.


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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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