Poem written as a migraine starts to take hold. Light flickers through windy leaves, Heavy with the weight of gold and silver, Glitter where the river streams, Turbulent its course, ending never. Spring briskness twists the new green, Shooting through hard winter crust, Deep earth and water shed their icy sheen, Shifts the season, bellows […]

via Light-flicker, mirror-shine — Jane Dougherty Writes

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