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Thoughts on Late December
by Megan GuimbellotYou didn't think much of winter this year, I know///winter was all blues and grays with a hint of color on a good day/winter this year included:
lack of heating, freezing showers, and sleepless nights. oh and the riverside in November...
December is an aquired taste and I'm beginning to enjoy it, i do believe, helped along the way by warm hands and red wine///we've wondered lately where the fog rolled in from and I'm starting to figure it out because I've felt it's chill and learned my lesson//learned not to question what comes in the night because what's important is not where it came from but why///and (maybe) this is tempting fate but who really knows for sure anymore ( this season was important) and you'll never know.
You say "Winter wasn't much at all this year". and with a glance and a smile i shake my head, "No, no it wasn't".
12/23/2006 Posted on 12/23/2006
Copyright © 2024 Megan Guimbellot
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by P.T. Brooks on 12/23/06 at 08:19 PM interesting read, welcome megan, i look foward to reading your post's -pt |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 12/26/06 at 04:37 PM Interesting observations! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/19/07 at 03:44 PM There is an intimacy of feeling as well as descriptiveness. The formatting gives a stream of consciousness feel which suits the subject well. |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 01/11/08 at 03:05 AM a well-iced cookie in an old delicate bakery. |
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