Brian Dodds

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Bitter Harvest - Poem by Brian Dodds

The new moon has the old moon in her arms tonight,
and over Moseley the air is still, the stars wink

feebly through the light-spill of the city,
no chance of deadly storms outside; inside

my bones whisper of the Mistral shaking shoots
in Courthezon, leaves we thought we'd never see,

coldly insinuating it is time to go;
we cannot harvest what we did not sow

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 21, 2005

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