A Warm December Poem by Daniel Brick

A Warm December

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You are that rare December
which keeps Autumn alive
past its time. Delighted,
you laugh to see me, and
the others, shuffle across
lawns of fallen leaves,
crushing them in a dance of
stomping feet and waving arms.
Then I kick the debris into
the warm air, and yellow, red,
bronze, even some green lights
flash briefly. Children will arrive
after we leave; they will know what
to do next... Songbirds have flown
south, but, dear December, you know
how to make sweet music unfold
in our imaginations. Some of us dance
to an inner rhythm, others stand still,
listening to an interior symphony.

Tree branches are almost bare, and
colder winds send brittle leaves
rattling down streets and sidewalks.
But I blink at these signs of winter
and open my ears to the sparrows'
sweet singing. Squirrels, rabbits, and
the occasional deer signal robust life
lingers. What is required of me and
the others? To emulate the sweetness
of this warm December. It is enough.

Tuesday, August 21, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
Dr Dillip K Swain 21 November 2022

Beautiful. It seems that poetess Nosheen is a fan of this great modern poet. I love this poem and beautiful comments of Nosheen and Glen as well.

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Nosheen Irfan 26 August 2018

To get through the cold, barren winter, the light of your heart is enough. To hear the songs of sparrows in the frozen land, this is so inspirational. A beautiful beautiful picture.

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Glen Kappy 22 August 2018

I like this, Daniel. I like the vivid relatable images in the first stanza, and I like the affirmation of the kernel or seed of life and hope even in the midst of literal and figurative winters. -Glen

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