You have again made your way in, Cold and beautiful. You are December, And I love you. Despite the seasonal celebration, I know you to be more. You are calm, You allow me to slow, To envelope the tranquility I crave. Your winds, December, though cold, Allow me to feel the life in my cheeks, And if I’m lucky, It too will bring the sweetness Of some distant firewood. I welcome your snow, December. So that I may sit wrapped in wool, By candlelight, The dog having nestled in as well, Watching the frozen rain accumulate On the branches of the birch and oak. Though I live in the city, I dream of loving you December, Even more – if I were in nature. Then I would feel closer to you, As a lover may feel, Or perhaps a mother to a child. I would know, I think, how to More fully know why I am in love With you. And being with you, December, Brings me to life.
It is November And all the leaves face my way Overlapping tussocks of grass Like long forgotten hills Dwelling in the overhang of fall
It is November Orange ribbons hand in tatters Patched up yellow cloaks are draped And whisking in the wind Then drifting to the earth And becoming winters pillow
It is November And there stands a lonely tower Base adorned with red bushes Flags no longer flying Crouched and crippled by the frost
It is November My feet bear down on acorns A thousand fold All left and forgotten Even to the squirrels Just a layer ‘neath my feet
It is November The solitary pines stand solid Near the ivy covered wall Their boughs raise and hail the heavens And their needles fall As the autumn wind dances a mournful dance
It is November Bare branches rake the cloudy skies And scratch out their heartfelt pleas Against cold glass windows Seeking what they have lost and will not find
It is November An old gate stands ajar Beckoning to no one Standing solidly open Despite the cruel fall wind
It is November Trees make colored circles A fading gold on fading green A fireworks display Now falling to the ground
It is November Cold air fills my body Cruel wind tosses my hair I seek a shelter from autumn My door is open Now I am home
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