December
Many drink to December;
Like last phase of ember days,
Rejoice, a step to cinders.
The smile of festive faces
Etches subtle lines, the frown
Of trying year, a furrow.
Traces of unrhymed rhythm
Of waves and of crest and trough,
Of a strange romance with time,
Chime a solemn distant toll,
Heralding our ember days.
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Copyright © Celestine Ikwuamaesi | Year Posted 2015
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