Josna Rege

302. Brooding*

In Nature, poetry, reflections, seasons, Stories on March 13, 2015 at 9:23 am



a pair of pearl-grey mourning doves brood plumply on the feeder’s green roof
streaming morning light invades the overwintered spaces
two glorious days dispense with months of snow
and this morning, Mother rises from her warm bed all of her own accord;

Why, then

when Chaucer’s smale foweles maken melodye
do the cicadas of late summer hum in my ears,
as on that Labor Day weekend a quarter-century ago when we moved into our new home,
and endings, only endings, occupy my mind?


* See Gerard Manley Hopkins, God’s Grandeur and ‘Thou art indeed just, Lord, if I contend’


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  1. What an evocative and lovely piece. And thank you for sending me to the G.M. Hopkins poems, two works I was not familiar with. “Fretty chervil” indeed. xxoo

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