Leaves in DecemberLeaves, a few stragglers in
December, just before Christmas, some nailed down crabby to ground frost, some crackled by the bite of nasty wind tones. Some saved from the matchstick that failed to light. Some saved from the rake by a forgetful gardener. For these few freedom dancers left to struggle with the bitterness: wind dancers wind dancers move your frigid bodies shaking like icicles hovering but a jiffy in sky, kind of sympathetic to the seasons, reluctant to permanently go, rustic, not much time more to play. -2007- |
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