The Last Night Falls

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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

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9 thoughts

  1. Such a wonderful poem Jane. Your imagery is astounding. I see myself standing alone, chilled to the bone. I know I need to return home to warm myself but the scene is too lovely and my feet will not move.

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