An elegant yet gentle reminder of the day to life that we all move through. Please leave any comments on Jane’s site,  stop by and browse and lose yourself in the wonder of poetry at its best.


Silver light washes the sky-
I read my own poetry
as a late cardinal chips
praying thanks for each seed.

The little striped ones-
they bounce down the strandboard
that makes paths through the gardens
faces swollen with seed to save.

Copper and water make music-
invisible now in deepened dusk
each note calls the dark down
and the water cools with the night.

Old dogs snore and groan-
Brown Dog stretches across the couch
upside down to air her pink belly
while Black Dog, deaf now, sighs.

One car sweeps down the road-
far sirens sing long and low
silence pulls the shade
and your footsteps creak the stairs.

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