Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Dark December

It is always mid-December
Moonlight on snow
Birds in bare bushes

The dark is urging us
To forget the summer sun
To let the ice freeze over
To let our hope fall
From numb fingers

How can we wait
For springtime
When the nights stretch out and eat the day?
How can we wait
For morning
When the dark spreads out over the glittering snow?

It is always mid-December
Brittle scraps of icy clouds
Shrouding the wan moon

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