The colours , all grey
amber pushes through
trying to rip apart
the darkness anew
Dampness on the balcony
Clouds from a face
There go the hands,
finding their place
in cosy pockets.
By bottled heat, or
A parching, radiating
blower by the feet
Its has been thus
Since I can remember,
since I could huddle
and smile; its December

2 thoughts:

S.L. Corsua Thursday, December 29, 2005  

Ahh, what a ride it is to read a piece such as this. ^_^ The fluidity is remarkable. I had to hold my breath till the very end. Love it. ^_^

. Friday, December 30, 2005  

thanks soulless. I so believe this is a shoddier effort than many, but December I could not , somehow, ignore...

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