I took a breath upon the wind today
as full of life as rock and rose
and sweet as spring water flowing.
A berry fell dark cycle closing
the long and lonely season ending
the fat trout rises.
And yet the light is cold and blue
above the wandering trees
and the breeze listens to songs I cannot hear.
Sometimes I think I could follow
a river wild and free
to the world’s end the wind’s end
but in between lies winter and the frozen strand.
Time flows on and never back like gentle waves
and never softens to summer.
Life flows on and never softens
to the gentle waves of sunlight
that ripple dippled with winged jewels.
Only by moonlight do the apples gleam
and I reach up to pluck them
above the endless silver stream.
Because we all need another poet to love —Jane Dougherty