EDITOR’S CHOICE AWARD: bringing our favorite previously-published poems back to the front page.
Submitted by Jane Dougherty
The last night falls, sky thick with cloud,
No stars will light the cold damp earth,
No moon will silver river loud.
The last night falls, sky thick with cloud,
Rains frost on furrowed fields, new-ploughed.
On hedges, fruit-stripped, winter’s dearth,
The last night falls. Sky, thick with cloud,
No stars will light the cold, damp earth.
Photo Credit: The Fog, Voisins – Alfred Sisley
Vita Brevis Press. 
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