A December Dawn
The vagrant birds have fled
away
and the ice blanket of the north
descended
like a blue cloud of deep
sleep.
Bursting, succulent, departed roses haunt as
ghosts.
Grass, buried by inconsiderate snow,
struggles
and thrashes in a silent fight to
survive.
Darkest night coats the promiscuous
sky.
Then, the little sun climbs from the
earth,
A fiery eyewitness, frightened and
demurring.
Winter dawn persists and lingers the entire
day
before again creeps in the reigning
dark
and tomorrows gestate and await their
birth.
R. R. Shea
I like the image of darkest night "coating" the sky ... as we in this godforsaken "inconsiderate" region must 'coat' ourselves. I like that night provides a coat and the north provides a blanket ... evoking our need for those tangible items to protect ourselves against just what the north and the night visit upon us. Bravo!
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