Musical notes are falling from the sky
Shooshing like lullabies through the leaves
Plinking staccato on my chimney
Crescendoing in sync with the wind section
Winding winter melodies
Into my soul.
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December has come
It has come with blades glinting
To pierce my heart with sorrow
With an unidentified longing
I remember and I reminisce
The winter of 2017
The dew drops on the leaves
The calm hues of gray and green
But that season was a short thing
Now December has no mercy on me
It has warmth no more, just the icy sting
Leaving me alone with my melancholy
December has come
But this year it has come to hurt
My favorite season has come
But it has not brought comfort
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december 1928, clark ashton smith
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Fifty December’s
Visions of spring in a southern state, and I crack a beer
No coat needed and my shoes are light, cotton socks a reasonable choice
Snow is only seen in photographs and movies and a poem I once wrote
I felt rain is violent, unpredictable
and there are no forts in a thunderstorm
but snow is slow and can’t be trusted
old bear traps are hidden and black ice too
If it gets cold enough it can’t snow
only an airtight vice grip and red covered anything and if it turns white... you better be wearing wool boxers
There are fewer now, December’s
a matter of basic math and I wondered if I could endure it again
Or was It simply a right of passage
December was after all, always an ending
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Forest Fire 12/06/2010
I’ve always wanted to start a forest fire,
So then maybe I’d be able to feel something,
If anything…,
Because being with you takes everything from me.
So burn forest,
Burn.
Crackle,
Pop,
And burn.
So that I may feel again.
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Dinner Time Is Eons Away
Dinner time is eons away.
What did I say?
Another week until the smorgasbord.
Dinner time is eons away.
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getting into bed on a December night by Ellen Bass
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— Natalie Diaz, Manhattan Is a Lenape Word
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Delmira Agustini, from The Selected Poems of Delmira Agustini; "The Flood,"
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Gale winds surge and ebb
Enlivening the forest
Which squeaks, groans and cracks.
© Ælfhild Astrædottir 2023
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