In Late December Poem by M.J. McGuire
In Late December
The sky falls
In linen sheets.
Ivory muslin
Lines the streets.
Cars recede
Into garages.
People flee
Within their lodges.
The fire burns,
-As does the candle.
Family's read
And muse to Handel.
Pines swoon...
Limbs reclining.
They nearly touch
The powdered lining.
This winter's quest,
We must remember,
This time of rest,
In late December.
(1994)
Thursday, August 1, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: christmas
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5/6/2024 11:06:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Refreshing poem about winter. Funny, with the heat swooning and building up for a summer's day, I am here inside experiencing what people do in an oncoming winter storm.