Come December
the last maple leaves that cling in desperation
Will be forced to kiss the ground
the squirrels that pranced around in gaiety
will seek shelter in the earth below
water which nows runs free over these rocks
shall soon be frozen in motion
the year that saw the end of a chapter
shall soon come to its dark end
And I will wait for these cold winds to blow
to know which way they go
I will watch another lake freeze, another river struck still,
the trees laid bare,............
the last shards of vulnerability, laid siege to by nature's plan
know no dread, neither any fear
I will be waiting
Come December
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