Connie Yost

Rookie - 20 Points (5/27/38 / Reed City, Michigan)

Dr. December - Poem by Connie Yost

Dr. December makes house calls
On a fruitless but regular basis.
Today he sees heavy black lines
And hollow-eyed grief on their faces.
He writes a prescription,
'Begin Salubrious Time'.

Their clocks keep on ticking
Through slow ragged hours
Days and weeks blur into one.
Dr. February finds them still in deep pain
He longs to encourage
And brings out the sun.

With confused detachment they learn
Their clocks keep on ticking
Their sad world continues to turn.
Dr. June brings roses that climb
And writes another prescription,
'More Salubrious Time'.

Dr. October sees a definite change
The resolute spirit returns.
Tempered and saved by the passing of time
A spark in the fire still burns.
Yet when Christmas bells chime
They awake and remember,

And Dr. December writes another prescription,
'Continue Salubrious Time'.

Topic(s) of this poem: death

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Time is the greatest healer.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 22, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 25, 2014

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