evening fields of color
float up to the moon
shadows seam
into a gathering of green
charming the river
into a rhyme
of age-old words
whispered
into a thousand
dreams
Jan Darrow (Autumn Poetry: A Collection for the Season)
evening fields of color
float up to the moon
shadows seam
into a gathering of green
charming the river
into a rhyme
of age-old words
whispered
into a thousand
dreams
Jan Darrow (Autumn Poetry: A Collection for the Season)
sun devotion
month of June
horses
graze
across the moon
fields of corn
spark and rise
the longest day
roars
then dies..
2026 Jan Darrow
I tell you about
the stars and you name them
like numbers -
trigonometry I don't understand
or geometric probabilities of war.
The minutes move
from a day. Hours fall
like seconds
into a new paradigm shift.
Words spread across world history
written
the likes not seen
for centuries.
(c) Jan Darrow 2026
(Accepted by After/Thought Literary - but closed its doors before it could be published.)
Dear Readers,
Ah! I don’t know where the time goes. Yes. I’m still here and writing!
I wanted to let you know that After/Thought Literary let me know today that they are publishing two of my poems in their June issue. I’m thrilled! I will post the link when it’s up.
I hope you’re well and enjoying the weather!
💛 Jan
House at Dusk
Upstairs a door is closing -
voices evaporate.
The heat of the day is gone.
Outside,
spent lilacs burnish color
onto panes of glass.
Trees spin darkness against the sky.
The garden is iridescent.
White clusters
of viburnum globes shimmer
in the filtering shadows.
The earth shifts.
Then, a gust of wind roars
through the trees.
Clouds move in
but not before the stars
begin to move across the sky.
They leave their pallor sails
to the wind
while a crisp white moon
is forever moored
to the tides.
First published by Poppy Road Review
2025 Jan Darrow
van Gogh
This morning
I hang wheat fields
across the kitchen sky -
paper bright as stars.
In the afternoon
paint
slips through
my fingers
like gold.
Under a whisper of sun
contrasting images
become large
as flowers in a vase –
citrine faces adorned.
Tonight the moon cascades
across a starlight sky
filled with boats beneath
the dark hue
lamp lit
to the naked eye.
First published by Poppy Road Review
2026 Jan Darrow