Memories of Sweet December
By the bank of the rousing river,
there I sat down with my lover,
painting time with gold and silver,
hoping we would last forever.
Christmas time was nearly coming.
Time was ripe for love and giving.
Nothing's more precious than her loving
that I craved for long of having.
The atmosphere was damp and misty,
and the wind was swift and hasty.
Though the night was cold and frosty,
her charm was warm and feisty.
She sang songs of ardent affection
that drizzled dearly her deep devotion.
My heart was filled with avid adoration
as she stirred my enthralled emotion.
Silver moon was shining so bright
as she cuddled my arm so tight.
My only wish was that her dear light
would forever grace my sight.
And if the spate of mournful misery
will wash her mark in heaven's history,
the glamor of her mystic mystery
will always be in my minted memory.
For I will always remember
the light of her glowing ember;
The golden times we spent together
in the cold nights of December.
November 14, 2022
November or December Quatrain Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
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