The Harvest Moon

The harvest moon


When summer loses its pace with life

A time of quiet contemplation


And fragrant hills


Have you seen the harvest moon?

The moon that is full

Before an autumnal equinox

Before summer ends

When flowers die

Trees are gold

Russet, yellow

And when the smell

Of burning wood

Lingers in the air

Have you seen the harvest moon?


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About Anne Douglas

I was born in Chester in the nineteen fifties and travelled to the Orient with my parents, where I lived for nearly seven years. It was here that I have very happy memories of my childhood. The climate was always favourable except during the monsoon season and life out there was very different to the life in England. Since Returning to the country, I have lived in North Wales near my family and I have travelled to Africa, Arabia and to Israel, (since my childhood days,) with my employment as a qualified staff nurse and then as a nursing sister. I have never written any poetry before 2012/13 and it is an enjoyment for me and a good past time. I had a small anthology of prose printed in winter, 2014; it was my first attempt. I am quite proud of this, too. I wish all the Cross Border Poets members success in their poetry and their prose. Anne Douglas

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