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December 7, 2013 / Rae Spencer

December Again

(I posted this poem in December of last year, but I can’t resist posting it again…)

December 1

Whoa, December, wait one minute
I’m hardly roused from my feasted slumber
When you start to number my days

Set clocks and worry flocks of shoppers
Lost in evergreen lots and sticker-shock
Tick tock, sweet silver bells ringing the hour

As if to hurry my step into line
My dour minuet with Father Time
Stumbling on to the end

The bitter end of another year
Another calendar page, scrawled
With duty and a glitter of waste

With things I never desired
The blouse gift-receipt, creased
In haste and taped over the size

I couldn’t accept, a final refrain
After the glaze is scraped
From cold and golden morns

And oh, December, wait please wait
For the lights to change, for fire
To blaze through our litter of wrappings

Pause tonight among muttering beasts
In their scatter of straw, their dusty ease
From lust’s numb ache, from labor’s strain

Rest among these flight-tired geese
Mid-route, heads tucked under folded
Wings, murmuring psalms to themselves

5 Comments

  1. jeanryan1 / Dec 7 2013 8:07 PM

    Great word play!

  2. Jeanette Gallagher / Dec 8 2013 4:40 PM

    Wonderful poem, Rae! I’m sure everyone can relate. I know I can. Thanks for sharing. Jeanette G.

  3. Sandra Forte / Dec 9 2013 8:35 PM

    Didn’t read it last year. Absolutely love the internal and end rhymes. Whimsical yet poignant.
    Thanks. Made my day.
    Sandy

  4. Book Nanny / Dec 15 2013 5:26 AM

    I didn’t catch it first time around, so thanks for the repeat. Great poem!

  5. bardessdmdenton / Jan 20 2014 2:00 PM

    Saw this last year … but so happy to be able to enjoy it again, Rae, even almost a month after Christmas! Hope your holidays were lovely and the New Year is off to a good start for you and yours. XO

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