Monday, November 30, 2020

TOMORROW BEGINS THE TWELVE MONTH...

     DECEMBER! OH HOW YOU DAZZLE!!


When December dares to dazzle,

Putting Solstice 'on the books';

The centaur salves his spirit,

Mustering ready, wintry hoofs.


The stars cede reign to Jupiter,

From icy dawn to dusk;

 Grey geese embrace a harvest moon,

The air explodes with musk.


The shortest day will take its bow

When darkness dances early;

Behold the ink that nighttime brings,

'Mid moon glow, fresh and pearly...


Yet, snowflakes hint of 'things to come';

 (Earth casts its mighty die)...

Aged centaurs pass eight gold batons;

Eight reindeer rule the sky ! 


                                      Poem written by L.P.-Grenn

                       2020

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