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On the wind today
comes the austere
taste of winter.

That arctic blue steel
vindictive tang.

My soul dreads
the somber breath
Gethsemanel darkness.

The same stern,
anthracite discipline,

that coerced
blithe spring and summer
into stasis.

the creeping chill
frigidly entombs the flowers.

My moody heart,

to follow
waning sun.

Occurrence occult,
this yearly trance
mesmerizing the world
to sepulcher sleep.

Interred behind
frost kissed opaque windows.
Knitting the pale bald moon a cap
I dream of lilacs and my absent love.


By Lea (



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The Reason For The Season

The Senses Of Christmas

Just A Simple Christmas

Sarah's Christmas

The Christmas Doll

Winter Warm

December's Shoreline

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