By Thendontre
Date: 26 December 2000
With December
Now Decembers closes
with a creak of frozen hinges
to mark its passing.
January so close for smell,
almost here within reach,
days to warm slow again.
Yet February still to contend,
as well as march,
then the play begins again.
When thoughts do turn to love....
Or so the stories state.
Ah but in these too cold months
when one could use the extra warmth
what then?
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