Beryl stained green eyed ocean
jagged gems frozen
in razor sharp

Old Man Winter has honed
your icy knives.

Bindweed, churlish,
your summer blooms

now dead,
are only a dim memory
of warm
summer mornings.

Circuitous you embrace
frost rimed driftwood
in the silver aching cold.

Gaunt skies loom
to heavy pig iron clouds
forging gothic vaults
sculpting the heavens.

Gulls wheel formation
a weary collage
of feathered ingots
sinking low.

They settle
on this December's
unforgiving shoreline.



Lea (

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December Thoughts


Winter Fun

Sweet Dreams

How Does A Cup Of Cocoa Sound?

Chariot Of Fire

Winter Concerto

The Green Velvet Gown

Winter Warm

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