Frostbitten 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
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