December
graceless snow
collides with bare
skin. dripping down
bark and brown
oak leaves. too heavy to float,
drift, twinkle. the season fails
its promise
as one by one, lies
are whispered, “Peace
on Earth.”
I wrote this draft as part of National Poetry Writing Month. I hope to collect these works for a mixed media/writing piece I am working on entitled Love Letters to My Brother in Prison.
frank, eloquent verse. tony
Thank you for stopping by and thank you for your words.
great imagery… so simply effective
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