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. 

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