DECEMBER
The firmament bends far overhead
In shades of frost and gray;
The skeletal limbs of barren
trees
Have no green leaves at play...
All is stilled by deathly
gusts;
And winds that bring destruction...
How can the sun assuage this
scene?
"December's
introduction"
poem written by L.P.-G. 2021
... and here are just 'some' of them !!!
12-7-2021: Happy B'day, Dr. R.C.G.
Just
the facts, ma'am; just the facts!!!
By endorsing and
promoting conspiracy theories, or at
least not rebutting them, crafty politicians [and certain
"opinion" networks; e.g., FOX] shamelessly exploit various unwitting
and naïve individuals' fundamental [both
unspoken and sub-conscious]
deep psychological needs.
Can't 'deck the halls'
just yet:
Their walls are sullied
by gunshot and soot;
The night skies grow ever
dimmer
Toward the solstice that beckons...
What shall we call this
Epoch of guns and bloodshed
Whose love of carnage
Is like wild, wicked
thorns?
December stands marked
By coffins, not garlands...
The scent of holly and
juniper
Is stilled; snuffed out
by senseless
Acts of violence.
Sound by Sound by Sondheim...
I just dusted off my own copy of this iconic picture
a few hours ago...
Adieu,
creative genius...
