December Redux

faded are the once vivid limes and

apple green silks of Summer, left

only to the warmth of our memory,

as are the bottled sages of Autumn

that lie prone underfoot no longer

crackling with laughter beneath

our heavy boots, in camouflage the

famished squirrels rummage in the

soddened maroon leaf fall, shunning

the mocking chatter of magpies,

above them a shrill portent hisses

and whistles from the bitter north,

tuned keenly by the nimble fingers

of stripped bare trees,

how patiently the mistletoe pearls

quietly await their hour, yet to glisten

above the yule log’s flame

Published by grahamrsherwood