Essence – Jane Dougherty Writes

Daily poem: Essence 31

Last day of March and goodbye, Essence. Next month something new; to be announced.

Into this sunfall, night

fills with bliss, darkstar light.

Caillou High

Sky rains, spring flood pouring—

mud stains grass, stream roaring.

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Quiet spring, sun splashes

on jay’s wing—bird flashes.

When the night is no more

than starlight dim, je dors.

Cat sighs, firelight caught

in your eyes—what I sought.

In the night your voice—tears

flood my sight, grief, my ears.

Spring births slow, budburst pain;

Clouds hang low, charged with rain.

Morning breaks, sharp with frost

and wakes the sun, not lost.

The last train leaves and I

remain—echoes ‘goodbye’.

I’m not going to give in to the temptation to write about yet another massive public service strike.

In morning light frost furs—

last winter night murmurs.