Moon December Poems

I want you to ponder and ruminate
About how dark it gets when it's late
When the clouds cover the moon
And the sun won't be rising soon,
That's...

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The day after Christmas is always a little 
anticlimactic the gifts opened – the wrappings 
and ribbons all tidied, although a few gifts 
may arrive...

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It was a brutally cold winter night, the type of coldness that reached into my bones, as if my heart were a door left wide...

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Today I'll build myself a wreath
I'll buy the floral tape
I'll hunt for pines and mistletoe
I'll bend them into shape

Today I'll play a Christmas song
I'll find...

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Snow, silent and breathless,
Trembles on the shadows,
Across the peaks, on mountains
Where still, calm frost weeps.

Snow, hushed as the rumors,
Rustling in the quiet rays,
Embracing the morning,...

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In the depths of my December
I am far from April's noon
The sadness of September
Or euphoria of June

That novelty, November
Or July that makes me swoon
And the...

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Dear December moon
Rising in the night
What’s got you waxing pensive
When all the world’s alight?

Dear December moon
I guess it must be hard
To see a world so...

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It’s early December, it’s getting cold,
White clouds are gathering in sky, pretty soon it is going to snow.

It starts snowing silently, the air pressure drops,
Spread...

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	chilly
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The day grows old. The sun slowly sinks down beneath the tops of the trees. The fog casts beams of moonlight into sepia tones. The...

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When December stills souls with its quiver,
Erasing shadows who make life bitter.
Warm hearths silence the heart’s crispy shiver,
Stardust blesses with joy like soft glitter,
Wonders who...

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"Dead leaves lay still until the wind takes them

         here and there:  even the last flower...

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I'll make for you a chocolate box 
Is it sweets you like? 
A box of red with a ribbon white 
Yes! Truly a charming delight!...

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The moon risen high, over
    the burial vault of the sun
  to the accompaniment of fireworks
    from competing...

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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...

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