Remember December Nights bite off from days Minute by minute Trees stretch naked branches into grey sky Begging for sunshine Grey streets, grey air soaked with rain It gets quiet when snow falls The parachutes of show flakes Not in a hurry to touch the ground Whirl and weave the white cover That buries the past and smooths edges The amber of candlelight warms the dark Inertia of living lets us pass Over the hump of solstice Soon the days will be getting longer
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