The December Poems: One

December arrives with shortened days,
the darkness hanging on later each morning,
slipping through our fingers so quickly at night;
time remains a hard thing to hold.

As the darkness settles in around us, we
pull the blankets up a little higher, peering
out at the colorful lights on the tree,
and we wait. We hope and we wait.

December Poems: One

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