December
written by: Joan McNerney
Winds toss foliage in air.
Birds bend against frost
their wings catching the
last sunlight.
In cosmic dance snowflakes
light up evening.
Diminutive galaxies circling
abandoned gardens.
We hunch our shoulders with winter.
Our shadows are long now.
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