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her name is December. . .
by Stephanie KentFrostbitten lashes sharply sting her withered cheeks
Hollowed by blizzards and sighs. . .
The ancient, sunken eyes of December
Jealously trace merry smiles.
Hearts and hearths glow in joyous revelry.
Torrents of white hail from the sky;
She places her frozen and wrinkled fingers
On an icy window,
Witnessing the love she will never find.
Frozen tears gnaw at blue, blue eyes. . .forgotten.
As December is shut out from the warmth she herself brings. 12/10/2003 Posted on 12/11/2003
Copyright © 2024 Stephanie Kent
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Lindsay Sanders on 12/11/03 at 04:28 AM this chilled me to the core steph. you are so eloquent my friend. |
| Posted by Beth K Hannah on 12/15/03 at 02:28 AM poor December. what a wonderful and haunting look at December. |
| Posted by Vimal Rony on 12/17/03 at 01:13 AM Lot of angles at which u can look this poem from and ur imagery is wonderful as always.My fav line "Frostbitten lashes sharply sting her withered cheeks" |
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