December
December, thou art more to me
Than all of gold October
More than April’s emerald sea
With June’s jewels spilling over
December, how you shimmer so
Compared to bright July
January cannot glimmer so
Nor February try
December, thou art picturesque
As any August day
You march like March and arabesque
With all the grace of May
December, how you captivate
More than sweet September
Your beauty I anticipate
When it’s not yet November.
Copyright © Ina Goodling | Year Posted 2022
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