Wednesday, December 4, 2013

December Muse

It is December
And the days flicker by
in reel time
As the pencil thin
browns
weathered grays
traced in white
maternal pause
shielding the palette of young
green, purple, red, orange, and yellow,  
snuggled under leafy blankets
dreaming of Hawaii
and a resurgence
beyond the icy blast.


©12-4-13 Cornelia DeDona
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