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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Reblogged this on Jane Dougherty Writes and commented:
Vita Brevis published this triolet of mine!
Somber winter theme but with a soft triolet flow and sound. Spring will come in a of couple months.
This triolet flows so naturally, Jane. It’s somber, but dreamy somehow.
It’s summer time here down-under, and the words sent quite a chill down my warm spine.
Thank you for the kind comments.
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.
Reblogged this on The Biblioanthropologist.
A certain intensity. It is unseasonably warm here in Northern California and so this was a double pleasure, Jane.