December's Tale
It is the turning month,
the time when life sleeps,
and our dreams shiver...
when the night grows
bolder, darker, colder,
and daylight seems so
weak, slight, bending.
But the air that rushes
into your lungs like a
horde of ice-dripped
savages sears souls
into fully awakening
from summer's trance,
and so we feel more
alive in December's
desolation than any
other time of the year.
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