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December 

darkness, 

the earth 

enveloped 

in seas 

of clouds 

and winter 

grey, 

hard to believe 

the sun 

will rise 

above 

the rooftops and 

lift the stars 

of light 

from night 

to day, 

but for now 

the world 

is silent, 

hushed 

to stillness, 

the trees 

whisper songs 

of wind 

and summer, 

the moon 

hangs 

in the tangle 

of branches, 

slipping 

between 

the hours 

of midnight 

leaves

and the last

chimes 

of bells 

and towers 

as the season 

becomes colder, 

the night 

lengthens 

to deepen 

the shadows, 

from grey 

to blue 

and back, 

hard to believe 

the heat 

of summer,

the hope 

of spring, 

now 

that December 

darkness 

brings the blindness 

of the distant

past.

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