Amy Hollins

(Leeds, West Yorks)

December - As Near As Makes No Matter - Poem by Amy Hollins

I celebrate the drawing-in of days,
a dowsing of the sunlight,
early camouflage of going home, or
of not going home,
a shrill scent again of clementine
and a festal moon behind the wavering hatch
of bare, connecting highways.

I celebrate this, feeling vaguely tipsy
after a careful glass,
after one simple glass
of chill, white wine in candid crystal,
neither so remarkable for whiteness,
yet the two
sending out reflections to intensify
a temporary wonder.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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