December's Statue
The snow lies deep...deep about my feet
and as the sun climbs over the horizon
I walk into a Day that has not been before...
December carves out
Winter's shapely breast
with her sharp and poignant breath
and leaves her desire for Spring exposed
for all to see.
Her biting wind whips throughout the trees
branches tossed like loose hair in a breeze
Looking away from an Autumn
that is not longed for, nor forgotten.
(December 12, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Copyright © Christine A Kysely | Year Posted 2010
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