When I was Seventeen

Last night, I dreamed about time-travel. In the dream, I'd been transported back to a time where I could have made some very different choices. I had to decide whether to stay in the past where I could change the course of my life, or return to the present where I am living with the … Continue reading When I was Seventeen

Spring day

Jane Dougherty's avatarJane Dougherty Writes

Another poem for NaPoWriMo’s Earth day prompt

©Wolfgang Bergmann

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The earth shifts / the year turns

From dark to light/ grey to green, new leaves uncurling

The stars are fading/ palest blossom on a black bough

Night is slipping/ dark times forgotten

Beneath the dawn line/ dappled still with moonlight

Where day is hatching/ in a flurry of birdsong

Ravelling up the past/ spring flags unfurl

Perpetual motion/ eternal cycle.

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